You could tell she was a free spirit, a gypsy, just by looking at her. A smile like that doesn't come from a sad soul.

It takes courage to become authentic. So many talk about the light but not enough speak the truth about the struggles it takes to get there and the tools to overcome it all.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

You will meet many opponents in your time that will come face to face with your flaws, trust the chaos ~ pain & confusion is the pathway to break open and become free.

Know your worth and love yourself in such a way that anyone who is no good for you, wont be able to reach you.

You have to learn where your weaknesses end and your strengths starts or you will spend your life focusing on all that falls apart.

Happiness will be fleeting if you constantly search for it in places that can be taken away. It's an inside job.

I am a wild woman. it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

Sometimes all it takes is a little watering everyday and a sunny day to follow, that's how weeds become flowers and new dawns rise - why would it be any less then for a human life?

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

Keep traveling, even if you don't know where the road will end.

Not to sound overly cheesy but I really appreciate the freedom we have in America - especially as a female.

Truth is always unfolding. It's not an absolute.

Christianity is an adventure of the spirit or it is not Christianity.

Do I wish I could retire? Sure, but that's not life.

Whatever suffering there is in this world,all arises from desiring only myself to be happy.And whatever joy there is in this world,all arises from desiring to share my happiness with everyone.

I've always been a caretaker; I think a lot of women are. We take care of everybody else first, and very rarely do we think about ourselves.

I don't have a special place or ritual for writing songs, basically I write songs whenever an idea hits me, in my hotel room, on the road, in the plane.

The Holocaust industry has always been bankrupt. What remains is to openly declare it so. The time is long past to put it out of business.