I am mesmerized by the sun, the way she dances and dapples, illuminating leaves with paprika and turmeric. The veil is with me always, where I am able to move my hand, lucid and glass-like, lifting silken skirts of varied states of existence.
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...
Recently my husband re-connected with one of the loves of his life. He sat on the phone with her after years of forced silence, laughed, told her about his life. He glowed with a type of glow that I know only this woman can unleash. I never felt more happy for him. This is what a sacred love ...
The Queen knows it’s neither irrational nor unjust to be passionate and to search for passion. The Queen makes no apologies and says, Fuck the Disclaimer. No one can ignore The Queen. Her passion can be seen, felt, heard, tasted, and touched.
I realized that people respond better when we infuse our words with a more passionate showing. The more feelings we add to what we are saying, the better the connection. The more engagement we add to our interactions, the better we live.
I’m done with jobs. I don’t want another job for the rest of my life. I want a vocation. If you hire me, you’re hiring a person who’s invested in a life of purpose. You’re hiring a man with a mission that resonates with yours. And I guarantee, if you do that, you will get my life blood. No ...
There’s a crack in that you, and -- can you feel it? -- the fingers of your soul are grasping its edges and prying it open. Because that you wants nothing more than to crash at your feet in a crumble of dust and silence. Facades aren’t meant to last a lifetime.