What I am doing; how I am being as I am doing it; and does it bring honor to my community? What is the lesson in what I am doing? And most importantly, am I having fun?

You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.

Your willingness to look at your darkness is what empowers you to change

Gratitude is like a magnet; the more grateful you are, the more you will receive to be grateful for.

Comparison is an act of violence against the self.

Change doesn't have to be hard, and healing doesn't have to hurt. Surely by now you know that every thing happens for a reason! There is something better awaiting you on the other side of this.

No storm can last forever. It will never rain 365 days consecutively. Keep in mind that trouble comes to pass, not to stay. Don't worry! No storm, not even the one in your life, can last forever.

Be patient with yourself. Be gentle with yourself. Know that all things are working in your favor. If you take one step toward the light of Spirit, Spirit will take five steps on your behalf.

Challenges come so we can grow and be prepared for things we are not equipped to handle now.

Everything happens when it needs to happen; everyone is always where they need to be. You will never miss out on what is meant for you, even if it has to come to you in a roundabout way.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

Let yourself be enchanted in small ways.

my beauty, flower by flower, star by star, wave by wave, love, I have counted your body.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

Thus would I double my life's fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.

There are a lot of things that we could do to minimize what we're doing, but we're not getting back those frogs that I saw that no longer exist.

Few people sufficiently appreciate the colossal task of feeding a world of billions of omnivores who demand meat with their potatoes.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

I'm really a very weak musicologist. Wish it weren't so, but there's only so much you can dig deeply into in one lifetime, as if you hadn't noticed.