The world needs you now.  All  of  you. Not a dull, powerless version of you. YOU. In all your grace and glory. In all your perceived brokenness and hard and heavy. All of you. May you access power through these words:

You are not too much.

You have never been too much.

You will never be too much.

The very idea is preposterous – you were born to be you.  ALL OF YOU. Not a tiny acceptable sliver. Not a watered down version with colors dulled and edges blurred. NO. You were meant to be every last pulsing-bleeding-loving-crying-feeling bit.

If someone tells you that you are too much for them, the only truth you need to remember is this: 

You are the sun and the moon and the stars. You are the force that pulls the tides. You are the unrestrained howl under a wide-opened moon. You are the essence of what it is to dance into ecstasy. You are the heat and the sex and the sweat and the burn and the soft and the grace and the grit and the ocean of tears.

You are all of everything.

You are the mother of us all and the daughter of the Universe.

You walk through shadows and light.

You burn down and rise up and hold captive the pulse of the world.

You make the gods tremble.

And that, my dear, is bound to make some people crazy uncomfortable. It will make them pull back and push away.Because the way you dance with your shadows and your steadfast commitment to your light will push them into space that is fascinating and compelling and utterly terrifying. Your very being asks them to step into  places they may not be near ready to visit, let alone stay. Because, like the depths of the ocean that calls you home, you will never be easy. But darling, you were not brought here for easy. You are here for so much more.

You are a boundary-pusher.

You’re a truth-seeker.

You’re temptation and seduction and heat.

You’re a mirror  and a sorcerer, and inside you swirls the power of the ancients.

So no, you are not easy. But in this space of truth, please know this: do not get this confused with the notion that you do not deserve the deepest ease.  Don’t for a minute, let them convince you that you will not know the grace of a lover who does not require that you constantly translate yourself or diminish yourself or quiet your storm or tone down your extravagant love. Because that, my friend, is total bullshit.

Because out there somewhere, there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks like you, in poetry, and candle wax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantations and talks to ancestors. And that lover, when you find him or her, will see you and know you – you as you are and just as you should be. And they will say YES! Yes, YOU. Yes, I will go there with you. I have been waiting for this!

And so, I want you to do this for me and for every other too much girl out there:

Take all that too much and you channel it. You gather every last ember of your too much broken heart and you light that flame. And in doing so you will call forth the others and sing the song that brings us home. And then you – in your infinite, perfect too-muchness – unleash it on all the world. And you go and love too much and you cry too much and you swear too much. Fall in love too fast and get sad too often and laugh too loudly and demand with clarity the exact terms of  your own desired existence. Don’t you dare do anything but that.

Because we need YOU.

Every one of us, man or woman, has been called too much. You are our reminder, in the most desperate of moments, that we are exactly as we should be.

Every last too-much bit.

*adapted from the writings of Jeanette LeBlanc

Xo Juli

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