In real life I share things with people. Deep things, with deep people.
In real life I spin in wet grass and laugh at the wind, and skip under the stars, and this is normal. Not strange, not cheesy, not childish, normal.
In real life I am alone with J, marveling at how he made the trees and why he picked such a gorgeous color for the sky.
In real life I approach strangers and speak to them of love, and ask them what they are passionate about, and laugh with them.
In real life I am lovely, and I let myself be.
In real life I let myself be. I just be. With J. With people.
In real life I enjoy the simplest things, I have real conversations with people I love, I share with them my heart.
That's real life. This, this is not real life.
This is living, and finding joy in simple things, and enjoying...
But in real life I am different. In real life I know I am loved and beautiful, and have things to give and teach. In real life I know that I am God's girl. In real life I let myself be emotional and deep and melt into piano music and dance when I am happy or sad or pensive...
Oh, you are so right. That is the true real life. :) [popping over from GypsyMama]
ReplyDeleteI love the name of your blog! Lucy is my favorite, and I'm in love with the Lion too. I ponder real life and this was a harder topic than any yet for me. I enjoyed your words on life!
ReplyDeleteYou are beautiful, in real life! <3
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the Lion too!http://awomansheartajourneytowholeness.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-real-life.html
Blessings,
Andrea