When we learn to accept change, we see that it’s truly beautiful; that amazing things unfold as we let go of our smallness and embrace the vastness of our potential.

Throw out the wrapping, but be careful with the box. The box is your body.

The world seems to be absorbed in a hedonistic rush to a more comfortable place with a more beautiful view occupied by more attractive people dressed in more expensive clothes and driving a more elite model car to a more private club to meet their friends who are just, well, better than yours.

I am incredibly fragile, yet my love for life, for myself and for others makes me unbreakable, maybe also unbrakeable (as in, unstoppable).

What you need to know about me is that I am acutely aware that life is a privilege. My life is a privilege. I want to share that privilege with you.

Lying in a hospital bed, having just tried to kill myself, with the nurses setting up a private phone-line to cater for all the love flooding in for me from friends, showed me that I deserved to know a different way of being in the world.

I thought for a while about whether it was possible for me to sit and talk to her without really saying anything. I have been so good at this in the past, and I am still a master at it with so many others.

What if we didn't have to dive all the way in to full silence? What if we were allowed to approximate silence in a way that feels like a paper cut or a brush-burn, instead of a stabbing wound in the gut? Why must it be Total Silence, as though that's the only way magic happens?

There are many that believe when we leave this earth we go to heaven. Maybe we do. Maybe we don’t. Maybe we return as a rabbit. Let me show you my magic hat as I attempt to pull a rabbit out for you, and offer some thoughts that may change the direction you take as you review your travel plans.

Even my sadness is not permanent, in fact constantly changing the degrees, shapes, and tastes, moment by moment. If I am not able to notice the subtle changes of my grief, I must be simply dreaming unconsciously and unconscious dreaming is neither productive nor graceful.

I want to let go of all my worrying and scurrying and trying to be better...

She had lost her branch, the place of her perch, where a small bird feels mighty. Now, the giant leaves swarmed around her, and crunched beneath her little feet. She missed their rustling. She missed many things.

The new fractures in the shattered bowl of our life will be filled with the love that remains.

I understand that I don't need a reflection to validate my existence, or to cement my understanding of my purpose. I accept now that everybody is living in their own reality tunnel, and they can only see what their reality allows them to see.

I’m trying to write through all the pain and uncertainty. Occasionally, I’m able to recycle my demons into art. And that creation can be a safe hold for some else’s suffering. That is when I feel the greatest connection to the people around me.

Inside jokes become funnier, roller coaster screams become louder, ocean wave crashes become harder, and you almost forget if life even happened before you knew them. You definitely wonder if life is capable of going on without them by your side.

In love we can feel ourselves floating off into the distant stars, soaring, expanding, and sparkling with luster. Our child like imaginations are kindled as we fly above the clouds, gaining an immunity from anything that sucks.

The important thing is to sit with what is real and what is now. I am not okay. As much as I would like to be. As much as I know I will be. As much as I desire to see that flicker at the end. At this moment, I do not. I do not have the answers. I feel uncomfortable and vulnerable and raw and imperfect. I am not okay.

It is time to discard the safety of my old shell, and look for a new one in the mire, I thought I was finished with molding myself, but I just found out my clay is too wet to fire...

From my head in the clouds to my deep-rooted feet, these are the promises, I swear I will keep.

I am a spirit, a soul, a being of light. I am but a precious moment on this earth and while that time is short, it is also powerful.

It always seems to me that the coming of spring brings a certain uncomfortable clarity. Like the sun bringing light to the leaves, the truth showed up in my life and I could no longer ignore it.

Make peace with yourself by grounding yourself and giving yourself permission to rest. Rest is sacred.

Fear and love are dropped onto the battlefield of awareness. And commanded to fight. For what? Why is love a salve for fear, fear a boon to love. Mel Brooks said, “Everything we do in life is based on fear, especially love.”

Come as you are unto yourself and forget the rest. Let it be.

But really, there’s something terrific about all the feelings. The timbre and tone of things like Agony, like Loss, like Boredom can be strangely beautiful.

There is a fire within you. A gorgeous and ferocious barn-burning fire of desire. It roars and its flames lick every particle of your being.

I want to speak of the illness and madness of “normalcy”. If we are to be creative, we must live among the madness of the masses and not give into it.

This morning the embers within my core glowed yellow, with a smidgeon of orange.

We give permission to stay or go. And with this new arrangement comes trust and an acceptance that ‘whatever may be, may be’. We surrender to the mystery of life; we set ourselves free.

What if we could re-evaluate what we really need and free ourselves from this downward spiral of work, consumption and sickness?

After all, it's not the meaning of life that we're after but the experience of being alive. Besides, without the experience, all the explanations are meaningless.

This is life. You will move on no matter what, anyway. You just have to make the conscious choice to accept that.

I was judging myself. I was snowballing into self-criticism. Recognizing these old bad habits, I decided to coach myself -- the way I would with a client -- to remember that I am enough.

Maybe you want to go to India, so cook delicious curries and decorate yourself with henna and bindis. Perhaps Italy is your destination of choice, time to eat spaghetti and watch 'La Dolce Vita'.

I want you to look at me and question everything I am, smashing me apart into a thousand shards in a magnificent display of surrender, like a broken mirror. Only to piece me together again, with truth as the adhesive and love as the instruction.

When I love myself, I don't believe all the lies about the world being a scary place.

I must have known how revolutionary that truth would be. Somewhere inside me, I must have known that it would be the end of the world as I knew it.

The mind can be the source of the most wonderful ideas, a kind of kaleidoscope of inspiration, colors overlapping in all directions.

Modeling is like playing dress-up with intention. It is not degrading and shallow unless you choose it to be.

When you open your heart and mind, and turn on your joy and gratitude, the Universe will offer you beautiful synchronicities that fulfill your deepest desires for romance, beauty, and fun.

The door locked, the window cracked to let out the stale smell of smoke. I was extremely fragile puddling on the cold tile, sobbing my little heart out for I don't even know how long.

Yes. Because if the universe is made of 1% visible matter and 99% invisible energy, how can we expect that when it comes to finding a partner, the 1% is the only part that matters? It can't! So get ready. I will give you few suggestions how to call in the One.

Ritual, connection with our Younger Self, creating sacred space, setting new intentions, releasing old patterns, continuing to show up for ourselves. This is the only way to wake up, to deal with our pain, to get through it all.

The cycle repeated for many, many years. I'd be working for some of the most prestigious national companies, yet I was coming home crying often, praying for a miracle to get me out, or counting down the days for my next escape.

That whole thing about the more happiness you give away, the more you get... well, it works... we can make small changes that are meaningful.

So, celebrate the fact that you woke up today. Celebrate a good cup of coffee. Celebrate the person -- the beautiful stranger -- you are growing curious about. Celebrate the food piled on your table. Celebrate having enough blankets for your bed.

You are not losing yourself, but being gifted with a way to know yourself deeper than ever before.

Let it come to you in time when it is ready. Be patient but not complacent. Certainly do not give up. But you can not rush a turtle to the finish line and you can not chug a beer on a full stomach. Do not try to force what cannot move. Everything has its time.

Rushing is never faster. Look at the seeds you have planted, feed them! Give them time to grow and dance along the way.

The lock is on the inside, where your freedom sits unfazed.

You are alone for the first time in perhaps a lifetime. However, here, you find so many voices surround you. They follow you to the kitchen and the shower, from the closet to the bed. Here, you hear the voices of former lovers telling you to pick your towel up off the floor, how to crack the eggs and to wash certain dishes by hand. Every moment has led you to this space. And, it’s true: you don’t know how to do so many things. This is a new beginning, on one end. And on the other, the same story all over again. But, you want more than someone to unclog your longing-to-be-cut hair from the drain. You deserve so much more than another’s helpful hand. You can hire your honey-do’s out. You want more than someone who can wield a drill to hang up your beautiful photographs neat and straight. You no longer care about being straight. You haven’t...

Then give it love. If you feel someone has contributed to your anger, sit with it. Do not direct it outward at that person; you are only spreading wildfire. Do not gift or invite hate. That said: Yes, it is okay to voice when something is not okay to you.

We can forgive our tantrums and minimize them without guilt tripping ourselves for weeks about every mistake or impatient word. And we can have compassion towards those who are unconscious and angry or scared.

“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.”

Once you have fallen off the tightrope of perfectionism, you can never go back.

I believe it was the great Audrey Hepburn who echoed the idea that one cannot be beautiful without being kind. That kindness is not always self-directed. Personally, I think one cannot be beautiful without being brave.

After spending years working on myself and making slow shifts toward finding and honoring my true self, the universe rose up to meet me.

Life is short and if you don’t make that change now, then when? With each new year must come productive change, to help make a positive impact on the world and to better align yourself with our highest purpose. We need commitment and we need passion but above all the world needs our courage and bravery to make those changes happen.

Engage your inner core -- break the bullshit that you use as a straitjacket for yourself.

...we all stood outside watching as pretty colors and string were seduced by the wind.

"Sangry" is the cocktail of emotion that is straight up sad and a shot of angry back. I think sangry -- when you're crying in one breath and raving like a lunatic in the next -- is perhaps the most uncomfortable emotion to feel. Your own heart is really the only casualty in the war being waged between sad and angry.

However much things appear to be ‘just so,’ it pays to leave a little space for another reality to be also true, truer, or more beneficial.

...this is my life... my disease... my decision... and, I get to choose the best way to handle it. That does not make us aggressive, hate-filled ogres -- it simply means that we are human.

But some never give up imagining this world. Some continue to see magic in the mundane, extraordinary in the everyday. We call them dreamers. They bring creativity and magic and excitement to the concrete and the routine. They make things happen because they still believe they can.

I had to realize there’s a difference between being “nice” and being polite. “Nice” implies we do things for others’ benefit, while polite allows us to consider our own needs.

What voice is this within me? That guides me toward my best. What do I fear? Can love lie?

So, my love, watch me fall apart. No, more than that. Help me fall apart. Let us tease ourselves open with kisses, and let our soft caresses wear away the crumbling foundations and ancient walls that limit rather than protect us.

Sometimes things happen. Earth shattering things. Things that bring us to our knees. Things that threaten everything we think we know. Things that make us say, Oh fuck. And only oh fuck will do...

Every minute counts, every heartbeat is creation, every thought is another chance to build the kind of world you can't wait to live in, through the script of your life, and at the heartbeat of your own storytelling. The rules are yours.