Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.

Disconnected from my feminine soul, I had also unknowingly forfeited my power to name sacred reality. I had simply accepted what men had named. Neither had I noticed that when women give this power away, it is rarely used to liberate and restore value to women. More often it is used to shore up and enhance the privileged position of men.

I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.

Just to be is holy, just to live is a gift.

You've got to figure out which end of the needle you're gon' be, the one that's fastened to the thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.

So few people know what they're capable of.