Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn.

Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.

But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.

Look at an avalanche, and see that we are at our most powerful when we let go. Look at a flower, and see that we are at our most beautiful when we open up.

We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them.

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.