What if desire wasn't an urge to be tamed, but a beacon of truth to be followed?

Someone you haven't met yet is already dreaming of adoring you.

My friend and coach reminded me this week that there is a moment when the acrobat lets go of one trapeze and is completely suspended in mid-air before she catches the incoming rung. You have to let go to get there.

I only want to hit my targets if the aiming and the hitting both feel good.

Admit to your contentment so it can tip over into joy.

People magazine with a bag of sour cream and onion chips always makes be feel a bit trashy. But good trashy.

Joy is the most Magnetic Force in the Universe!