You cannot find any peace, any contentment by avoiding the calling, the life around you. And as women, we need the nurturing bond of other women. I need the unwavering strength of my sisters. I long to offer my own to them.

The sun is high now, tripping on the bodies lined up along the shore, and the shore is there for those bodies, a shoulder for them to forget about whatever winter brought, and I am there because winter brought me down to the goddamn core, and the core burns even the tannest of souls.

And suddenly it's so toxic, you can't breathe anymore or your friendship seems to be splitting you into separate directions. You're stuck, no longer moving forward and perhaps moving backwards. You can't seem to talk to them anymore; every minute feels like a chore, you can't step outside of your mind when you are with them. The connection has done a complete 180.

As visions of an everyday shadow begin to fight the fade. A sip of coffee to swallow the sudden ache.

How many now will seize not just the day (which Carpe Diem signifies) but every moment, second, hour, in every way, beyond how all our drudgeful habits make things seem? How many will take our lives out to a place we do not know, will just be crazy for the hell of it and to the wind all caution throw, then watch our earthquake epicenters grow?

Broken. Dishes break. You slice your finger while chopping vegetables. You give your heart to the wrong person. You slip and suddenly realize -- mid-fall -- that absolutely nothing makes sense or feels solid. Not even the ground under your feet. Swirls of clouds spin above you as you look up from where you find yourself, only to discover that everything's shattered. Everything you thought you could count on, is gone. What now?

Serve, but serve love as the main course. Serve it to those who are hungry, those who have been flying to and from the hive at the master's beck and call so long they've forgotten that they are the ones creating the riches!

Sometimes in my health coaching practice, a client will be sad about having to give up junk food, chocolate, coffee, sugar, etc. The truth is every human being is avoiding something

Finding acceptance in the effort and our lack thereof, I feel, is an important human experience.

Take a seat. Close your eyes and imagine how much you will regret if you keep living your life exactly the same way you are right now. How do these thoughts make you feel? Is your body tense? Does your mind feel imprisoned? Feel it as clearly as you can. And then ask yourself: is it time to toss your broken record?

Relationships that fail to grow the soul do so because they get stay stuck in the paradigm of exchange, withholding, and giving only under certain conditions. In these conditions they are governed by the fear of expressing authentically about what they have to offer — their passions, their affections, their attention and all their resources alike.

I recently realized I possess a truly epic skill set, but it's hardly what I would hope for it to be. No, I have this uncanny ability to deprive myself of any free time whatsoever.

Come alive…come alive from being deadwaking from the time ofbeing numb and donecome alive…Simply turn on that tunethat get your toes tapping,your heart beating,swing your hips…Breathe your firelet the flames touch the Heavensthe beauty of your heat… your passionslight up the night sky with starsand the day with the sun.Embrace the sweetness of the momentwith the music playing loudallow the magic of your beingstir and spill out into the world.Stillness begs for movementsilence ask for noiseas the movement goes into the silenceand the noise dances in the stillness.Heartbeat continueswith the drums of the onenessall that is… will be.enjoy the dance within your journeyand let everyone catch you dancingCome alivewith the fiery masters’ presencebe you and all you areand the world will slowly changeattune to the reality of the grace surrounding the...

Unsure of what I believed or what I thought, I went through motions of prayers to a God I wasn't sure existed.

How often do we truly dig deep and touch the real yearning protected by fear within us? The too-hot-to-touch places that hold the precious things we say we want; the bigger than life dreams and Holy Fuck visions that we keep under wraps, for fear of judgement...

Like all secrets, it has something of value to reveal to us, and that is what makes it worth sharing. Sit down. Unplug for a moment. Look around and then take a deep breath.

Can we shoot sparks together? Can I watch you lift yourself across the sky? Can we tear off into the unknown, hair whipping wildly, cosmos-dilated-pupils?

Most of the time, I am madly in love with you. My heart is bruised from beauty. It swells with impulses so strong that I wonder how such immense feeling may be contained in this miraculous, little body. I fear my eventual implosion. But where, my darling ones, have we gone wrong? While deeply in love with you, I wish at times to submit my resignation from our clan.

It tells me to let go. To allow myself to feel whatever I need to feel. To allow the Universe to lead me in whatever way I need to go. To allow my body to break and change and heal as it needs to. To allow myself to feel joy when it presents itself and to feel grief when it floods my soul.

It's all about the moves you choose Some you win and some you lose... ... Wisdom’s paid from mistake’s dues.

As usual, my mother is in the picture looking the part of a resplendently perfect mother, and I, in a display of immaturity equal to my years, am refusing to participate in the exercise of perfection for the camera. While I do not know this as fact, I like to think of it as me resisting in the only way I knew how at the time. I was Gandhi, leading the Indians in disobedience against the salt tax.

There’s this basic irreducible human need that reaches out for the touch of another soul. A connection to humanity and a physical goodness that radiates energy.

...your sharklayered teeth are tinged, wit memories of red wine, pulling me hair ‘cause I ain’t rootin for your team.

So the next man you will love... differently. Perhaps the love you felt with your ex was like bubbly champagne and the next guy will be that deep velvety red with a lovely oak finish. There is no less or more but just... different.

I threw my fits at her. I told her again, politely, to f*ck off. She took away so many moments that should have been my sunny skies. Why is she back? I hate her, but I love her. She has been with me for so long.

No matter what you want to bring to life, honor each step on the road. Writing one sentence a day will add up to a page. Stay a compassionate and patient parent of your creative babies. This is the art of having a creative practice.

When the second chakra is balanced, we have grace, depth of feeling, sexual fulfillment and the ability to accept change.

The challenge of sitting still, not checking our smart phones or emails, but relaxing and observing the mind can be one of the hardest things we attempt. Even the thought of meditating can send some of us into a deep, dark, defensive mode.

But once you realize the power of consistency, there is a danger that comes with this knowledge. And that danger is falling into an all-or-nothing mindset.

I have spent years feeling your intensity, your fierce intelligence, your audacious spirit, your breathtaking heart, and I have wept and laughed and marveled with joy at the sheer brilliance of all you are.

"If you had not done it alone, you would never have realized that you have enough of me in your soul to endure even the most heavy of heartbreaks."

What is it about soul love that makes it so messy? I grew up on fairytales. Not one of them ended in divorce in order to find the mystical prince of my dreams or gave me any hints on how to walk the woods of false rumors or survive the shire of complexity. "Love comes with a knife" -- Rumi, the master of love himself, tried to tell me. I am now, perhaps, ready to listen.

Straddle me with your strength. Plant your hands onto my waist and move me. Embrace my womanly curves with your gentle grasp. Slide up my beat. Glide down my thunder. Vibrate my movements. Let me saddle you with my unrelenting hips.

Everything you’ve ever wanted is already within you, awaiting your acceptance. The giant, love-sized hole within you will not accept anything else.

Sometimes I feel like I know where I'm going. Other times I realize I don't, but I have ideas.

This programme is suitable if you’re postnatal, have been ill for a period of time, returning after a long break, are looking to try something new, gearing up for the season, or for whatever reason or none at all. It doesn’t matter what size you are, what shape you’re in, how busy you are or your level of fitness — we’ll start where you are this very second.

Often what goes hand in hand with the dream (almost the cherry on top) is the sweet sensation that we actually deserve for all of our dreams to become a reality.

Hold your hand through your darkness, as you say hello to my sin.

The things we don't want to talk about, but keep folded up neatly inside where other people don't go or see, will sometimes splinter off into the light, showing that we don't really have anything all together.

Terrified of the grief and sorrow that lived in my body, instead I lived in my head. And I wrote about it. The act of journaling helped me to feel unified, my heart at ease for saying its truth, my mind satisfied by foraging for words.

I learned under threat of death, to embrace and value myself as a change-agent. Now I live to see that other women don't have to let the stakes get that high.

Three years ago, I could not have even thought about death without breaking down. If only I had known what I know now, then.

Is it really possible to have what I want? Should I have what I want? Am I selfish if I want to be wealthy? Does it mean that I am a slut if I love sex or dress as sexy as I feel? Do I get a choice in matters that pertain to me? How do I get to eat in peace or buy a pair of shoes freely?

Our fifth-dimensional Garden of Eden calls to our hearts, "Call me forth, allow me to flower and dazzle your world again. You need only to remember.”

You knew they were lies of the worst sort, lies that masquerade as all that is worthy: Follow this prescribed path, and you will be loved. Follow, and you will receive approval, your needs will be met, your ego thrust skyward, food in your belly, a fine domicile to live in. You will have friends, and admirers, and status; your ambitions will be achieved, your cherished ideals will be enacted, your children will thrive and the world will make sense. Follow, and you create the world you wish to see.

Share a spoon as we dine on scraps of my humanity, and devour the sins, and misgivings, and idle lies.

One should not charge money to get into Oz if, for no other reason than that sooner or later, your clients are going to figure out that Oz is free.

We dance to the sound of our creators' secrets. To the pulse of the mysteries, out of time and oblivious to the guiding beat of that love.

I believe the way Kabbalists describe the mystery of creation reveals the underlying pattern necessary for all creative acts. In other words, without emptiness we cannot create or manifest anything in our lives. For the Kabbalists, the desire to create meant that Ein Sof had to empty out some space within itself for the creation to arise.

This full moon is the perfect time to cleanse everything that no longer serve you -- feel, heal, shift focus, and begin anew. During this supermoon, allow yourself to acknowledge your feelings and release them.

The process of meditation is like a Reset button of our inner computer. You can start to reprogram your creative plans, desires and connections. Meditation helps you to stay playful and discern more and more of those fragments that are important for your idea and the next steps.

There she was, natural as breath, in all her bright and spiny relentlessness. There she was, heaving exhales behind snarled lips.

It is not an easy path healing a heart that is bloodied and worn, and nor should it be. But keep your eyes open though they may droop with tiredness, with all the longing and hurt taking its toll.

There is no pain in love, when love is real. There is only light. Darkness cannot abide. And I inhale the light only. To breathe back into the night. More light.

In other words, the world needs smart people to build things. We need employees who invent things, entrepreneurs who create things, and freelancers who design things. We need secretaries who make jewelry as a side project and stay-at-home dads who write amazing novels. We need more leaders, not more followers. We need more creators, not more consumers.

You are duality in walking expression, and the addition of your practice to your life balances you; it completes you and creates a place of unity. The practice of Yoga is tightly wound with duality as we are working with the subtle nature of Ha and Tha, or sun and moon.

I take the answers I have received from my loving intuition and i write them down. I place them before me in black and white and into reality. I ask my intuition for the strength to follow this sacred path.

We are the architects, the designers and the contractors of the structures in our life. It is we who hold the keys. It is we who hold the tools to dismantle the very walls we built

"The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself." ~ C. JoyBell C.

I sit there and hold myself, often literally. I reach out and touch my hand on the mirror, on my reflection, and I tell myself, "You're safe, you're okay, I'm not leaving you, you've got this, I'm with you, I'm here."

But in my dreams of separation, I worry that this world won't love me back and, turning away from the blazing sun, I warm my hands by my little fire.

Everything inside of you has a standoff. You look at yourself in the mirror and you still don't have the answers, but you find that hand. It's God.

I don't want to judge others. But I have done so. As we all have, to some degree. I don't want to judge myself. But I have done so. As we all have, to some degree. I don't want to be judged by others. But I have been subjected to it. As we all have, to some degree.

It is naive, however, to do it with just anyone. To throw the pearls of unconditional giving at the 'feet of swine' or, in other words, those who are unconscious of the gift of it, who have not learned honorable exchange, who are unable to hold the opportunity precious, or able to protect the vulnerability of the unconditional giver and lover -- we lose instead of gain.

The pain that might have been associated with the situation dissipates because I tap into my higher self through my word. Everyone has a word that resonates with him or her. Words are art, and just like Bob Dylan so eloquently stated, they each inspire.

The fact of the matter is, my soul won't fit inside a thimble. Instead, I'll wear a coat made of carbon and stars; I'll sip the ocean through a straw.

We all know that person who, no matter the situation, always seems to have the same story: “I am soooooooooooooooo busy!” Maybe for you it’s a boyfriend or girlfriend (actually, let’s hope it’s an ex)...

I hope you still read books. I hope you still remember the tangible feeling of holding it in your hand, going deep into the confines of a story, not your own, but a different way to look at life, the smell of paper.

Once there was a boy named Time. He grew up like most kids, meandering, playing ball, chasing cats, eating his vegetables. He learned by exploring the things around him, came to know himself in relation to these things. He paid little attention to grown-ups and their efforts to build fences for him, schedule their lives around him.

I love you because you make the child in my heart smile. I love you because you accept me as I am.