Even from the darkest night songs of beauty can be born.
Who were you before you put yourself last.
In the garden of your days cultivate festivity, play and celebrations.
In your days - things like this happen to you... You get a tap, a nudge, a gentle shake, and life whispers to you, "I know you're tired - but I don't want you to miss this."
I will move with the wind.
That I was born to this circle - I am blessed. That I choose to stand in this circle - I am proud.