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

Give less shits give more self love.

Are you using your device or is the device using you? You, using using using using devices using you.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I meditate I sit and wait I let my soul.

The things that I fear have no power here as I stand on this altar with you, my dear.

And here, on the edge I look below where there are so many many unknowns.

Caterpillars must grow- destroy what it is you think you know.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

Worry is a wasteful thing eating up moments that could taste sweet.

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

Risk being seen for all that you are including those parts that you call scars.

Breathing dreams like air.

Not unafraid, but moving a tiny bravery is a large one always always always this.

When you stop chasing a butterfly, it may land. This is a lot like love.

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

I choose to learn this lesson so i don’t have to carry it anymore.

And when our dreams died my life could finally begin.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

She was born to be imperfectly real, and never needed to pretend.

If I’m reborn, let my soul find yours again, so our missing pieces can connect and we can become whole.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.

A woman of integrity I swallow stones I used to throw grace was daunting until I surrendered then everything changed a woman was made.

They saw her beaten and broken I saw the birth of a warrior.

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.