If suffering can be avoided, it should be avoided.

You belong to a clan. A clan of swollen-hearted seekers who are called to build a collective temple. More than ever the world needs the cradle of your kindness, the pastel colors of your heart, the sweet liquid of your loving-kindness to flood the streets.

The hard truth is, I realize, that we are what we desire.

Even when your delicate skin begins to char and your lungs swell with smoke, hold her. If you don’t, she will begin to believe that nobody else will.

What if I were to tell you Your future is unwritten and The pen The pen is poised in your hand and the Page The page before you is pristine Pristine and waiting with bated breath To see what the story of Your life shall be

The first date is a microcosm of the developing relationship -- how two people relate to each other the first time they meet tends to replicate in subsequent encounters.

You have a young lover? Me too. Does his touch make you unbelievably alive? Do you travel to places that others think are off limits? Me too. Do you lie on beaches that no one has been to? Do you stay there until you recognize all the other stars that light up the celestial sphere? Do you let go in any way you please -- of the people, the things, the places that have told you No? I have. Did you return with a resounding Yes, a roar, a statement, a position, a forgiveness; an acceptance? Me too.

A regular soul nourishment practice that connects us to our bodies, teaches our daughters that they are loved, honored, seen, heard and celebrated at their natural, primal, soulful roots.

This is your life. Only you can build it, live it, share it! Get with it. If your ex comes back, he or she will find a person better than the one he left. In the meantime, your life won’t feel like you’re just doing time on planet earth until you get too old to care.

I once again feel ready to go out into the world. I am excited for new creative projects. I feel endlessly grateful to be the artist of my own life.

Instead of answering directly, I kissed him… the standard female sorcery to get out of any uncomfortable situation… because in my heart, I knew I had already answered the question.

We are a culture that throws the word 'crazy' around to explain what we don't understand, to dismiss another's feelings and emotions, to devalue people's experiences because they don't fit in with our concept of 'should be'.

that i might fly toward and all the way inside the moment where you know. where there are no real do overs, and you have layers of feathers on your wings that speak of regrets and grace, and in this moment, you have not been given a way to make amends, but a chance to awaken. that moment. the one when you know that you do not get to go back, even if you can fly. that you do not get another ending, or beginning. that you do not get to every fully understand the why or what comes next. that moment when you know all this, and you still choose to be here in the living anyway.

It's been two years since you've died. How could I possibly not feel this heaviness in my being?

I thought maybe you were joking when you told me I looked even more beautiful after I washed off my makeup. I went to sleep wondering, but I saw how you looked at me drinking coffee in the morning.

Now these kinds of love, big love -- expressive, juicy, adoring, hot, passionate, kind and caring love -- I've been witnessing and appreciating them all over the place. And I sure do think it's worth celebrating.

I need to first get to know your kisses, the look in your eye, the way you hold yourself, how to come closer to or move farther away when you feel overwhelmed, how to know if you're overwhelmed or actually don't know how to ask for me to come closer.

Wizards are born with a larger-than-usual quantity of attention, and they usually spend years of their life cultivating it through meditation and deep focus on an arcane craft -- whether that arcane craft is plant alchemy or computer programming.

I know how purpose feels, and I know that real success isn't measured by a price tag and it certainly isn't found in a bank account. Rather, success is nothing more than the priceless little things that stir our soul and remind us that we are human, alive, loved. You've taught me that success is courageous connection, to others, but most importantly to ourselves, to who we truly are deep down.

Thank you, hate, for giving me the speed to run. Thank you, hate, for giving me the strength to put my love aside and survive. If it were not for you, my love would swallow me alive and I might spend my days in longing, wishing for a time and space where I could try one more time to turn lead into gold.

I don't want to know our destination. I just want to arrive there with you.

Maybe you identify with some or all of the above, and feel inspired to start the process of change towards healthier relationships. If that's the case, begin by getting real with yourself and recognizing how this pattern is actually depriving you off of a real connection.

I need someone sensitive who knows how it is to live broken -- but who has their shit together and has their life in a place where they're mostly proud of it.

When it's love, it won't feel like a Taylor Swift song (the angsty ones). It won't feel like sinking-stomach, heart-rending, I need you I want you, please love me, doomed Romeo and Juliet romance.

Sometimes I'm haunted by the knowledge that every stranger I pass on the street has a story. Even though we may not ever meet, all of us are wrapped up in those stories -- the ones we tell ourselves and the ones that others tell us.

A show that tried to cover the shame we still feel underneath for killing innocent planetary habitats just because we felt like it; because we had nothing better to do; because it seemed like a great idea at the time.

We're here to love each other. Soon everything will burn, even you. Even me. We're here to stand in the sunlight and the rain and learn how to love each other. We're here to marvel under the stars and love each other. That's it.

As women we compromise all the time. There are articles in magazines every day about how we can have it all -- the career, the relationship, the children, the holidays, the house, the car, the travel and the way to do it is to compromise.

He loved her but he was falling. His final few breaths, whispered deep sounds of the love of a different kind. Round pink pills and oval white. He stopped counting at two hundred and let go.

If you’re scared it means that you know how chaotic my mind is right now. It means you’ve seen the insanity of my genius and -- like watching a horror film -- need to keep looking away from the gory parts while morbid curiosity keeps you in my theater.