“Surrender, dear- There are so many, many things you will only find if you let go of your fears.”

Thankful for the rose grateful for its thorns these lessons bloom like weeds from them I am reborn.

When my world grows dark I remember: Every light begins with a spark.

I am a island – I am an island so large that though I live here, I know it not.

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.

Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to give me.

When we are willing to stay even a moment with uncomfortable energy, we gradually learn not to fear it.

I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.

Use your fear, it can take you to the place where you store your courage.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

Some of the things you believe were never true. They were someone else’s fears. Give yourself a chance to examine your thoughts. Change those that are negative. You are deserving.

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don’t know whether I’m alive or whether I died. I wasn’t afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn’t feel fear. But I am afraid. I don’t understand why.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.