I cannot tell you how happy and in love I am with everything

My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister, an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.

Your vulnerability is your power.

Early on, my emotional work had to do with feeling unheard and invisible.

In one sense, I felt not seen and heard enough as a child. At the very same time, I'm watching her and modeling her. At seventeen, I left to go to Hollywood to pursue my dream, as if there was no other option. I only learned that, the gift of it, recently. And I often forget it.

That's what meditation is. You just sit with yourself.

The one that I really call love is when I feel like everything's okay. That state of, it's all right here.