“When you reach a point where you say I really don’t miss it. You have healed.”

We only see what we want to see. Usually it is ourselves. Look closer. Tilt the mirror so you can see more. Beyond self.

We say so much with our words unsaid. There is truth in the silence.

Holding on to something that has lost its magic, lost its mutual respect, hurts more. Elsa understood the assignment.

I’m exactly the same person. Well, except I’m not allowing dishonesty, selfishness, or negative energy to be a part of my life. And I’m noticing that I am truly happy.

Gazing at you across the table. How is it possible that everything has changed but love has grown stronger? True partnership is filling in each others blanks.

It takes time. We will get there.

New clothes won’t fill the void. Money won’t make you happy. Attention won’t heal past wounds. Things won’t finally make you feel better. If it’s broken its broken. These are distractions from the real work.

We can learn so much if we take the time to listen.

Every time I answer- I have to work harder to remember that I am happier with a wall between us. But knowing this – I still pick up.

Everything changed when I stopped putting myself last.

Of all the times I’ve said goodbye- It has been the hardest to let go knowing they aren’t gone. You just don’t know them anymore.

Sometimes forgiveness is off the table. When the hurt is real you can’t forget. But you can walk away. That’s healthy too.

When in doubt dance it out.

Every morning when I open my eyes, I feel possibility.

Here I am. I am here. Making this new day all it can be. Rejoicing in the sunrise thankful for the sunset. And hopeful that it will all happen again tomorrow.

I’ve said goodbye to so much. Now there is space. And for the first time I see how necessary it all was.

Least said, soonest mended.

I began digging up the old roots planted deep in my mind to release the weight and become free again.

Brave is he who has a thousand wounds and still wants to heal the world.

Another hidden sacrifice, one of great spiritual beauty and of powerful efficacy in the healing of human sorrows.

You look at me and cry everything hurts. I hold you and whisper but everything can heal.

You have to hurt before you heal: that’s how you know the recovery is real.

The thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying.

Abundance is my birthright it starts with harvesting my inner light.