“Change begins within each of us.”

If you could only know, how many feelings fit inside me; the noise that lives in this stormy sea.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

Storms can ruin gardens, but that doesn’t mean you won’t see flowers again.

Please, don’t listen all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We are made of everything. And everything is made of us. We are deeply rooted to mother earth, our home.

She has constellations in her wilding soul, a soft-paced heart in a spirit beyond control.

We need to see inside our souls the massive beauty of this world.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with acre, patience and love.

People are as wonderful as skies. As mysterious as magical. As sweet as tragical.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

I’m finding light between all my shadows; my own way to wholeness.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Hey you, don’t let your thoughts swallow you.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun.

Start Shaky. Start unsure. Start scared. You are writing a brave beginning to this chapter.

Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

As you awaken to your divine nature, you’ll begin to appreciate beauty in everything you see, touch and experience.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Life is a miracle. Life is sacred. And when women carry life, we get to become the keepers of some of the Universe’s greatest secrets: beginnings.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

My freedom doesn’t end where your fear begins.