Most people believe vulnerability is weakness. But really vulnerability is Courage. We must ask ourselves...are we willing to show up and be seen.

Authenticity is the daily practice of letting go of who we think we're supposed to be and embracing who we are.

Don't try to win over the haters; you are not a jackass whisperer.

Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren't always comfortable, but they're never weakness.

Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable. It means to show up and be seen. To ask for what you need. To talk about how you're feeling. To have the hard conversations.

What makes you vulnerable makes you beautiful.

Believing that you're enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic.

Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it - it can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy... When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.

When we deny our stories, They define us. When we own our stories, we get to write the ending.

Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it.

Yes of course I know it's all a dream. Isn't everything?

The Inner Self...What makes us who we areshould be glorifiedpersonifiedand sung unto the stars!

Nobody, said Humboldt, had a destiny. One simply decided to feign one until one came to believe in it oneself. But so many things didn't fit in with it, one had to really force oneself.

Children arrive animists. They learn about life, themselves, and empathy by imagining the liveliness of everything they come into contact with.

You cannot be to wedded to your past accomplishments.

Gold--the picklock that never fails.

The one advantage of playing with fire...is that no one ever gets singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up.

I'm fortunate enough not to be poor, and I'm not a bad tipper.

We are not all able to do all things.

The first time I took a Kundalini yoga class, I cried my eyes out afterwards. I was so moved by the meditation and singing "Long Time Sun" at the end of class. I felt like I was home.