“How you treat yourself becomes the identity others see in you.”

Your energy still meets mine, even when we are not communicating.

Thoughts of you daily- to send the positive vibes you always deserve.

Missing you evolves daily like our love once did before we moved on.

You hold a power only you have, that makes you extraordinary.

You are always hope- no matter what mood you’re in, you make us better.

Looks of desire meant to be alluring, but look sad and searching.

Celebrate moments in each day like holidays with a party smile.

There is something vast in everything you’ll be, but not yet imagined.

The rain falls angry on you but can’t extinguish the light inside you.

You fill every part of my soul the way sunlight fills spaces of earth.

Energy reveals immediately how they really are inside.

Somehow you arrive right where life needs you to be, because you have faith.

Process attraction through the soul, so the body won’t be fooled by it.

Notice how you breathe can influence how you feel in any moment.

If they know your pain but ignore it, life’s saying- there’s healing elsewhere.

Stop for this moment – and allow yourself to live completely in it.

Research has shown that once a person believes in a particular aspect of their identity, they are more likely to act in alignment with that belief.

I’m the original take-orders girl.

I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.

I’m Irish. We think sideways.

When things fall apart in your life, you feel as if your whole world is crumbling. But actually it’s your fixed identity that’s crumbling. And as Chögyam Trungpa used to tell us, that’s cause for celebration.

With outcome-based habits, the focus is on what you want to achieve. With identity-based habits, the focus is on who you wish to become.

I’ve always just worn bows. They just got bigger and better and sparklier – and then I became ‘JoJo with the bow bow,’ and it became a thing.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.