“And here, on the edge I look below where there are so many many unknowns.”

Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.

Give less shits give more self love.

Are you using your device or is the device using you? You, using using using using devices using you.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I meditate I sit and wait I let my soul.

The things that I fear have no power here as I stand on this altar with you, my dear.

Caterpillars must grow- destroy what it is you think you know.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

Worry is a wasteful thing eating up moments that could taste sweet.

Surrender, dear- There are so many, many things you will only find if you let go of your fears.

Risk being seen for all that you are including those parts that you call scars.

Breathing dreams like air.

Not unafraid, but moving a tiny bravery is a large one always always always this.

When you stop chasing a butterfly, it may land. This is a lot like love.

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

I choose to learn this lesson so i don’t have to carry it anymore.

It turned out that time doesn’t heal the wound , but in its so merciful way , blunts the edges ever so slightly

I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…

The white foam knows nothing better than those sands which wait for it , rise to it and suck it in .but what do the waves know of the massed, hot, still sands of the desert just twenty , no , ten feet beyond the scalloped edge ?

Discussion without asperity, sympathy with fusion, gayety unracked by too abundant jests, mental ease in approaching one another; these are the things which give a pleasant smoothness to the rough edge of life.

I’d like to be in a man band, but with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and Keith Richards. We’d have a rocky edge.

The self forms at the edge of desire, and a science of self arises in the effort to leave that self behind.

We can observe gravity in daily life. If we could throw an apple to the edge of the universe, we would observe it accelerating.

They’re all a huge influence on me. For me, just following rock history and watching Darkness On the Edge of Town and realizing that’s it’s okay to be obsessed with a snare sound because Bruce Springsteen was obsessed with a snare sound.