“Tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine. Love is found in knowing. Seeing and being seen. This is how we heal.”

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.

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

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.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.

Saying goodbye isn’t easy. Watching someone you loves goodbye is devastating. Because you can’t fix the pain.

Clarity wakes you up at 2am. And tells you its time to move on. and let go.

When one thing changes, it all changes. And now sitting in a pile of fallen dominoes I feel like me.

Forgiveness doesn’t always looks like things returning to normal. Words and actions change actions.

He’s a little bit you and a little bit me. But mostly he is himself. Filled with empathy, curiosity, and creativity. And wrapped in our love.

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself.

Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear.

If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself.

You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.

My expectations were reduced to zero when I was 21. Everything since then has been a bonus.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.