Most people don't have any idea about all the complicated life going on inside a hive. Bees have a secret life we don't know anything about.

Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier.

I've always been a journal-keeper. I've always tried to write about how I'm experiencing life, and my feelings and thoughts.

There is no place so awake and alive as the edge of becoming. But more than that, birthing the kind of woman who can authentically say, 'My soul is my own,' and then embody it in her life, her spirituality, and her community is worth the risk and hardship.

What matters is giving over to what you love.

A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I’ve never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.