“Though I crave roots grown deep, the truth is I’m something of a wanderer.”

Embrace your own reality.

And as the rain fell and the birds kept singing, I realized that freedom is a choice.

Though thunder clouds hover tight like a cage, the sun never stops rising on the ones who chase healing.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

Drowning in grey days rising up into blue, I will choose to love myself in all colors.

Some days I am okay, and some days I am not but always, I am worth every struggle.

A note to all that yearns within me: every breath is a possibility.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

Wherever you are let life find you.

Nature has become a part of me when I am lifeless, I go to her – she is life.

I am breathing in light when light is present. I am choosing to let joy in.

I am giving the present the opportunity to hold just as much joy as the past.

Through the haze, I am journeying. To the light, I am clinging.

I am welcoming a new phase of life with confidence in my potential to progress in spite of my fears.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

I step out, into the pouring rain. What am I if not alive?

A Penny Saved is a Penny Earned.

Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes.

None of us are as creative as all of us.

Doing little things well is a step toward doing big things better.

Death smiles at us all; all we can do is smile back.

The pages of your past cannot be rewritten, but the pages of your tomorrows are blank.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

Every man is two men; one is awake in the darkness, the other asleep in the light.