“Breathe. Dream. Grow. Your soul knows true hearts must be bold.”

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.

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.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime

True boldness for Christ transcends all, it is indifference to the displeasure of either friends or foes. Boldness enables Christians to forsake all rather than Christ, and to prefer to offend all rather than to offend Him.

Be soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.

I give the name violence to a boldness lying idle and enamored of danger.

Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.

Never, ever, again, test me, or else the volcanic eruption of my patience and power can melt you into ashes.

Law is whatever is boldly asserted and plausibly maintained.