You hung around the tattered edges of my soul, that's where you preferred to be...

They are called, "SELF-worth" and "SELF-esteem" for a reason... we can't let others decide what we are worth, that is so dangerous! Empower yourself!

People can have the best of intentions when they tell their loved ones how they should be living their lives. But often times, when we are in struggle, we are seeking to be supported, not solved.

From the tattered edges of an exhausted mind, inspiration blooms... mental filters disintegrate and walls crumble, as the ocean of creativity washes over everything.

Imagination is our inner-child and creativity, its playground.

Art gives those unexpressed parts of ourselves permission to be felt and spoken.

Sanity is transmuting all the insane parts of your brain into a creative outlet.

Art invites us to become explorers and excavators of our vast internal landscapes, discovering new terrain and digging deep into the past to unearth forgotten experiences and emotion.

My past takes no hostages, no prisoners. I've let go of yesterday and am free to receive the beautiful gift of the present.

I embrace my shadow self. Shadows give depth and dimension to my life. I believe in embracing my duality, in learning to let darkness and light, peacefully co-exist, as illumination.

Grace is darkness and light, peacefully co-existing, as illumination.

By the time others begin to make moves, you should be mastering maneuvers

Trust in many ways is a much greater compliment than love

I had to get a second passport in a hurry.

If you're walking down the street in L.A., people do sort of look at you like you're a hooker because it's so rare to see someone just walking.

A white wall is the paper of a foole.

Let's get loose with Compassion. Let's drown in the delicious ambience of Love.

Grief seems at first to destroy not just all patterns, but also to destroy a belief that a pattern exists.

I love that quiet time when nobody's up and the animals are all happy to see me.

Dissembling profiteth nothing; a feigned countenance, and slightly forged externally, deceiveth but very few.