A Breath of Red Air

This was written by one of my favoritest authors, Sera Beak, on her blog the other day. She's a really cool chick and you should check her out at SeraBeak.com.

I don't know what it is about this combination of words she strung together, but it has really stuck in my head as one of the most beautiful things I've read recently. Thank you, Sera!

You, who make angels stutter and mystics moan - congratulations for being here so well.

It's not an easy gig, this thing called life. In fact, it's quite the ass-kicking experience. But oh, how you're living brilliantly anyway. Even when you think you've failed, the Universe stands in awe of you. Even when you forget who you are, blades of grass long to rub up against you. Even when you hide your gifts, the air aches to breathe you.

In.

Thank you for existing so perfectly.