Waiting forces us into our own inner gallery, into a viewing of the styles, qualities, and contents of our own consciousness. That is why we so often try to avoid waiting, because facing the mosaic of our own minds can be disturbing, and depressing. It’s difficult to look directly at our ...
I often envision catching the tears of others in a beautiful bowl, and when the crying is done, I throw the tears to the heavens. They fly like diamond-drops to the angels, who grasp them and transform them into light. The angels beam that light right back into the original hearts. The heart is ...
This heartbroken world doesn’t need more clowns or celebrities, it doesn’t need more pissed-off grown-ups, dream thieves, frowning or pretense from empty-hearted, superficial but successful people. It needs curiosity and passion, storytelling and truth, uniqueness and variety, dreamers crazy ...
I am the music heard between the edges of wind and sea. I will speak and follow my deepest felt justices. My heart is an activist for voices unheard and unseen. I walk with the hurt and see into the dark. I listen and feel the stories untold. I am the dreams wrapped around my mug.
Loving someone means committing to each other that no matter what, you’re willing to make something work. That it may not turn out as pretty as you hoped, or that expectations might not be met, but that doesn’t matter because what’s important is that you both are there, right now, for each ...
If the journey were easy, everyone would do it. You have to muscle your way past the naysayers, the doubters, and the people who tell you jumping is crazy. They will judge you with their looks, tell you to your face, whisper behind your back, and block you at every turn. But if you listen ...