It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.