- Dance to your own tune. Make no apology.
There is grace in being.
The soul of me wants everyone to understand how it feels to hear nothing at all…and yet hear everything.
Dance to your own tune. Make no apology.
Melancholy can be magical.
Fall whispers…remember how I brought you to today?
We can celebrate because we have known suffering.
Magic surrounds you.
Remember how the sand pulling away from your feet fascinated you as a child. Be delighted that it still does.
The solid foundation of a mountain path is made sweeter by our moments of feeling untethered.
Hand your worries over to the sea and decide how you intend to live this one beautiful life.
Magic is illuminated and sharpened when we explore our shadows.
Accept the fleeting and beautiful reality of our precious existence.
Explore your shadows…be prepared to be surprised.
The past whispers, “oh what stories I could tell.”
You begin again.
You have permission