“We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can’t shine through.”

Happiness is a choice we make.

A rose can never be a sunflower, and a sunflower can never be a rose. All flowers are beautiful in their own way, and that’s like women too. I want to encourage women to embrace their own uniqueness.

One of my beauty secrets is that I dry brush every morning before I shower. It’s a great way to get your circulation going and remove dead skin cells.

Rose Quartz is one of my favorite crystals.

Never compare yourself to somebody else, because you are so different any unique.

The best way to deal with jealousy is to just recognize it first if it comes up, breath with it and let it go.

Forever inspired by the sunrise and sunset.

Confidence, the sexiest thing I put on in the morning.

We all have wings, but it is up to each one of us to have the courage to fly.

I cannot wait to see my children grow up and create a brighter future and a better world for all.

The scourge of injustice in our society must be overcome. We are united in the struggle for justice as we turn towards the bright light of truth and the warm embrace of reconciliation.

I now say to myself, ‘I trust the process of life’ to remind me that even in the darkest hours there is still light and possibility.

Knowing yourself and coming to trust your feelings and your intuition will open up your life to greater possibilities and keep you moving toward your goals.

Focus your intention on your dreams, you can wave magic when you set your heart and mind to it.

Yoga is at the core of my health and wellness routine; even if it’s only for 10 to 15 minutes I find it helps me to re-center and to focus as well as improve my overall core strength.

I love to go nature on walks and discover different plants, flowers and leaves, all beautiful and unique in their own way. It’s the small choices we make that have the greatest impact on the environment.

Behind every cloud is another cloud.

I yearn for the hues of grey along with the rumbling clouds bunched together as an alluring bouquets. I relish those days basking in the crisp air away from sun rays.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?

Every cloud has a silver lining. But an irony resides, as the cloud grows & cries. Turns white into grey and let’s go off the things, It can’t hold for life.

The clouds in my head are raining hell today.

Over the horizon, underneath the clouds, beyond the stars, and close to the moon. I have spent almost all my life waiting for someone like you.