“Whatever the weather- the rain, snow or whatever we weather it together.”

The present is a present. Do you open it – or just wish it locked different?

It is my job to be free – who else’s could it be?

No need to erase no need to explain. The beauty is in the change.

It is just as they said it would be great, and terrible, and on occasion, terribly great. (life)

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Can we be who we are and who we are born to be and can we let everything else go?

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.

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

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

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

The rains of Life’s Blessings cannot gather on mountaintops of pride, but flow easily into valleys of humbleness.

I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.

Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.

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

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

Life really falls like gentle rain in june instead it tries to drown us by a sudden monsoon.

We cannot make it rain but we can see to it that the rain falls on prepared soil.

I love rain. It’s lucky, I always think.