“When anger rises up I let it breathe. A fire burns out, eventually.”

The moment I am sure that I know is also the moment I cease to grow.

I beg my heart to ask- why not me? A woman and a leader. A writer and a healer.

Let the weight fall all there is to do is be here at all.

I wonder how deep true love can go when you water it daily and let it grow.

My desire for connection is stronger than my desire for perfection.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

The present is a present. Do you open it – or just wish it locked different?

Whatever the weather- the rain, snow or whatever we weather it together.

It is my job to be free – who else’s could it be?

No need to erase no need to explain. The beauty is in the change.

It is just as they said it would be great, and terrible, and on occasion, terribly great. (life)

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Can we be who we are and who we are born to be and can we let everything else go?

Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.

Give less shits give more self love.

When I’m tired, insecure, fearful, angry, sad, i try and remember that i am God’s obsession.

Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.

Anger, used, does not destroy. Hatred does.

I was never angry with you. I was sad, because I was afraid you’d lost your way.

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.

A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.

Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.