Until my Yoga practice became the great facilitator of all things in my life, the integration of career, purpose and motherhood felt like an unattainable dream.

In life, when you start to fall, you don't have to go crazy, scolding yourself and further throwing yourself off balance. Instead, simply make adjustments.

Growing up in the Pacific Northwest as a young girl, whenever I felt emotionally overwhelmed, I would take a walk in the woods. Being in the stillness and grandeur of trees had always calmed me.

It feels good to rail against what is wrong in the world, to fight the good fight, to beat the drum of making a difference. I am right there with you.

"Balance" as a verb doesn't mean "stillness," but the constant act of making minor corrections from one side to another to bring one towards a center of stability.

I make the necessary "corrections" if I find myself leaning too far in one direction.

The mind and heart is the field upon which war is waged within us. If we can stop that internal fear-based battle, then those outside of us will be affected as well.

There is a polarizing and dualistic experience occurring politically and economically in the world, and I believe we are near the peak of a cyclical and truly chaotic time.

Nine times out of ten it's a minor shift in your focus and your attitude that makes the difference.

I have recently decided that there is no place in my head or my heart for fear anymore.

It is a crucial time to be mindful of our thoughts.

When someone is using negative speech, do not ruin your own speech.

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted when you find it taken for granted you are unnerved.

Nature deals the cards without thought or care, and there is no point in blaming the dealer. All we can do is make the best of the hands we have been dealt.

HGH testing is happening in Olympics. The science is there. It is a valid test.

Courage is always rewarded.

Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin' or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

When I took on the drug companies and the insurance companies for universal health care coverage, they went after me with a vengeance.

Off to the STUDIO in my new whip.