I know how to go, go, go. Stopping, I've learned is the stuff of mastery.

I want to surrender to the feelings and shapes of words and not stop until I am clearly heard by myself and my God.

The cosmos doesn’t measure sweat and hours for reward. The cosmos deals in the currencies of joy and satisfaction.

If you trusted that your art was going to support your life, how would you live?

When I'm speaking on stage I feel my most empowered and my most vulnerable. So much could go wrong. That tension is such a rush.

Make space in your life for the inevitable arrival of what you want.

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?