“The connection is protected within the shells of deep water, that harness the adorned pearl of their love and life.”

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

Keep your senses on alert but let go of the burning fear, as you replace it with powerful faith.

The wings of hope, carries gracious grateful genuine smiles, of memories that paint the path of memory, with faith as a strong foundation.

Rare human beings have advised me genuinely on this earth and they are my treasures to cherish.

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

I have transformed from an autumn-drying cage to a spring-filled rainbow freedom soul.

People who self-criticize themselves and drown in their own dungeon of victimization, are my energy-draining points.

The generosity of my kindness is something that I love about myself.

The inspiration to grow beyond my capacity and be a ray of hope for someone is the nudge I need to take care of myself.

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.

When the spiritually minded dive deeply into the ocean of their meaning they bring to the surface the pearls of their inner significance.

Poor Britons, there is some good in them after all – they produced an oyster.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

The pearl is the queen of gems and the gem of queens.

A woman needs ropes and ropes of pearls.

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