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

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)

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.

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.

The way we identify and awaken is all a natural process for life waking up to itself. Already awake. There is truly nothing you can do! You can not force a flower to bloom.

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.

Sometimes it takes going back to your roots to bloom.

We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown and when strawberries bloom in Israel.

With you I am in bloom.

To bloom is to grow. To grow is to know the one who created x Died for my soul.