Hello friends, and welcome to the most secret... most magical place... on the entire internet. You are welcome here... to sit and listen to a little whisper of the infinite possibilities that live within YOUR HEART at all times. Who you are matters, and you have so much to bring to the world -- never forget that!
You were born on this planet
Only one of you exists
You matter so much
You have so many gifts
Not one person alive
Sees the universe like you
There's not much I know
But this much is true
Who you are is important
Your dreams are not silly
So keep walking that path
Even when it gets hilly
Each up and each down
A lesson you learn
A new opportunity exists
Around every single turn
Don't let go of ideas
They are meant to stay alive
As you nurture them with love
They start to thrive
And what starts as a glimmer
Will burn as a spark
And the light in your soul
Will brighten the dark
The more glimmers that rise
The more light we will see
The more people will bring
Their unique creativity
A ripple in a pond
It starts very small
But soon all that joy
Is shared with the all
It only takes a single
Person who decides to decide
That they won't live small anymore
That they weren't meant to hide
And as that blossoming happens
A flower so rare
The beauty, unimaginable
Extending infinite care
To all who are part
Of this cosmic river above
And we keep flowing on
Powered by that infinite love.
Only one of you exists
You matter so much
You have so many gifts
Not one person alive
Sees the universe like you
There's not much I know
But this much is true
Who you are is important
Your dreams are not silly
So keep walking that path
Even when it gets hilly
Each up and each down
A lesson you learn
A new opportunity exists
Around every single turn
Don't let go of ideas
They are meant to stay alive
As you nurture them with love
They start to thrive
And what starts as a glimmer
Will burn as a spark
And the light in your soul
Will brighten the dark
The more glimmers that rise
The more light we will see
The more people will bring
Their unique creativity
A ripple in a pond
It starts very small
But soon all that joy
Is shared with the all
It only takes a single
Person who decides to decide
That they won't live small anymore
That they weren't meant to hide
And as that blossoming happens
A flower so rare
The beauty, unimaginable
Extending infinite care
To all who are part
Of this cosmic river above
And we keep flowing on
Powered by that infinite love.
Photos by Marie Vanderpool.
This is a secret page, so only the people who are meant to be here will find it -- and it is so important that we uplift each other! As you listen to the music, sign the guestbook below and write down something you are grateful for, or some kind and inspirational words for another human to read.
Love,
Anastasia
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How I got here, I don’t know. All I can say is I dived into the mundane, the cosmic, and the beauty of the universe all at once the second I got here, and cried joyfully over the utter awesome that is existence.
I’m feeling grateful for those who make art and invite us to have fun. Thank you!
I’m grateful for the small, simple things in life that can be easy to pass up, but wonderful and beautiful when you take the time to pause and notice. To be curious. To love.
I am grateful for so many things but in this moment I am grateful for whimsy.
“Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean —
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down —
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
~Mary Oliver