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

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.

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?

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

To be healed by sunlight is the most divine miracle of all.

When you honor your emotions you are honoring your healing and growth.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.