“Times we questioned why we were still holding on.”

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

This place, this moment is the most peaceful and the most beautiful I have ever known.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

The only castle you were ever meant to live in, my child, is the one that’s always existed in your soul.

Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.

Yes, my child, in this world, following your heart, remaining true to your soul, is sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

It’s his soul that speaks to me.

They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.

You don’t need to define this moment, my child. You need only live it.

Be gentle with yourself, my child. In your hands you hold all that is precious within you.

But it was the way he loved me that made me want to stay forever.

But above all, my child, grace is choosing love when faced with hate.

Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.

Great is Your presence, Lord. Great is Your peace. Great is Your truthfulness. Blessed be are we.

One of the things that makes him so incredibly beautiful to me is the way he loves so completely.

You ask what is the true meaning of hope? I think hope is when you get exiled from your own dreams and still choose to carry on and believe there are still a thousand dreams waiting for you to hold on to them.

Don’t hold on, for nothing lasts. Feel all you can feel and then let it pass through, free.

And I held onto hope. Like a dear old friend.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

Music really is a way to reach out and hold on to each other in a healthy way.

We hesitate to let go because we held on too long.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.