“Waiting is wasting.”

As one thing ends, another begins and I learn oh, I learn change is my constant friend.

I told her she was magic I said it and it was no lie.

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

Be still. There are things worth listening for.

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?