“When anger rises up I let it breathe. A fire burns out, eventually.”

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

Waiting is wasting.

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?

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

Do not do to others what angers you if done to you by others.

Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.

The true hero is one who conquers his own anger and hatred.

Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content. But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

If I stayed angry at other people, I would miss finding friends among those I was angry with.

Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.