“Beneath your mind chatter is your very own grounded wisdom. Open yourself to it.”

Is there another human out there made from the same lightening as me that I have crashed into yet?

I stepped into love with grace. I stepped out of love with grace. The beginning was beautiful. The ending was beautiful.

The irony of crashing into me is I will show you what safety looks like.

The truth is your skin was my skin and shedding you is not an easy process.

Look how wildflowers bloom from your skin. So why hold back those tears when your soil needs them?

My head screamed. I want to make them burn the way they did to me. My heart cried that’s not who you are.

Don’t strive to become more. Strive to become whole.

You were so gentle with my messy burdens, my tender wounds and the cracks in my broken soul that I became gentle with them, too.

I am mystic bones and a curious heart. Pain and joy and stardust skin. A sacred soul container. Time and space and matter and illusion. Expansion and contraction. A breathing universe.

I can feel hope beginning to sprout from all parts of me that were once punctured.

Choose to soften. Again and again and again. Despite, despite, despite.

Those who are unkind to themselves will not appreciate your kindness. Do it anyway.

I know our bodies were engagement in the act of sex. But did you hear how loudly our souls were making music?

Glass can shatter, yet still be created into nothing short of art. And so can you.

It is a paradox, you see the act of giving is what fills you.

It’s time for that spark that twinkles inside your stomach to become a roaring forest fire.

Go ahead and believe in God , if you like, but don’t imagine that you have been given any grounds for such a belief by science.

I am God’s wheat and shall be ground by their teeth so that I may become Christ’s pure bread.

I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.

Trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.

The ground of mercy is love, and the working of mercy is our keeping in love.

Maybe you have to be smaller if you want to see bigger things. To see how the sky looked prettier from the ground.

In order to fly, you have to give up the ground you are standing on.

I look around and see the things I have, and I remember not having them. That is one thing that keeps me grounded. I’m definitely the same person I was. I never lose me, I never lose the real person.