“Yes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.”

Love shouldn’t be as fickle as the rain. But an ever flowing torrent.

Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.

I think there is miracle always spilling into something.

I know the light, but I cannot see it.

Let us be the impossible.

Honestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.

When you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?

Falling apart to fall together again.

Don’t be afraid to feel everything.

Our hearts; the greatest revolution.

Forgiveness – nectar for the soul. A heartbeat.

Most days, I am the rain. – And that’s okay.

A hare is not caught with a drum.

If as a writer, you want to capture the world we live in, I think you have some responsibility to at least try to get at some of the ways we’ve chosen to govern ourselves.

Me personally, I just wanted to do that to capture These Days.With DAY-lyt.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

The best things that capture your imagination are ones you hadn’t thought of before and that aren’t talked about in the news all the time.

One day an army of gray-haired women may quietly take over the Earth!

You can’t overthink the music. Mood and intensity can’t be manufactured. The blues isn’t about structure; it’s what you bring to it. The spontaneity of capturing a specific moment is what drives it.

Success waits patiently for anyone who has the determination and strength to seize it.