It’s yummy to love yourself. It feels good. When you truly love yourself, you are radiant, charismatic and irresistible to your SoulMate.

Inspired action comes from the guidance of Spirit, not ego. When in doubt, don’t. Inspired action is responsive, not reactive.

By giving to yourself you are fulfilled, abundant and generous. You have spare love to share.

Self-love diminishes no one. It blesses others.

Guilt is a waste of time unless you learn how to be more loving the next time a similar situation presents itself.

When you have clarity and commit to manifesting your heart’s desire, you will be drawn to those who light you up on every level…and they will be drawn to you.

The moment you meet your SoulMate is the ultimate synchronicity. Lucky is the person who recognizes in that very moment the intersection of the perfect time, perfect place and perfect person.

I tend to view synchronicities as proof that I am on the right path. It’s like a pat on the back from God.

Surrender creates equanimity and bliss because you release yourself from any attachment to the results.

Love changes you, grows you, and reveals all the places where your heart is small. SoulMate love is transformative. Not everyone is ready for that.

To manifest your SoulMate you have to either invite others into your world or go out into their world. Either way, you have to open the door.

Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known

Serpent-Breath was famous...Wasp-Sting, short and lethal.

I have different hats; I'm a mother, I'm a woman, I'm a human being, I'm an artist and hopefully I'm an advocate. All of those plates are things I spin all the time.

Becoming a mom made me more contentious about expressing my true taste.

I give you the chameleon, whose ability to blend itself into the background tells you all you need to know about the roots of ecology and the foundations of a personal identity

I'm smiled out, talked out, quipped out, socialized so far from any being, I need the weight of mortal silences to get realized back into myself.

Music was my coping mechanism. I could place myself outside my body. It humbles you.

When you're Judy Garland and you want something, you just pick up the phone and call somebody. Anybody.

People always tell me I'm too modest, and that I'm allowed to tell myself now and then that I'm good at something. Well okay then, the bathroom is very (beautiful) clean right now.

Everyone happens for a reason, learn it and move on. Don't be bitter about what happened, be happy about what will