I have buried my heart With all of its bruised longing for you In a blue forest, under a bed of twigs And things that rustle, snap and sing --

I toast your name and drink your likeness. Time, an accordion, making music that tickles and yawns. As it exhales your dreams, and stretches the kinks out of its back.

Although it wasn’t so long ago, and the questions and comments about my well being continue to require my attention, I am no longer in the throes of being a breast cancer patient. It is finally true after all. I am, on this very day, right now, unbelievably, thankfully, gratefully, at this moment in time, a cancer survivor.

For that one moment, that one heartbreaking snippet of a moment, I allowed myself to return to my first grief.

I now think that when you treat someone like an emotional security blanket and make them more special and important than everyone else in your life, you’re bound to create one hot co-dependent mess!

I'm crying because I am very, very pissed off, and it is taking every ounce of my being to avoid throttling someone or saying something I will regret.

I miss the delight in your smile and the praise you poured over me. Your words encouraging me to dare to become anything I wanted. I have a crack in my esteem that I patch from time to time with your positivity from my memory.

Empty yourself to the emptiness of this physical world. Purge until there is nothing left. Nothing other than the clean slate of surrender, a surrender of a different calling, a surrender to the quiet place that lies waiting inside you for your inevitable return.

Finding possibility in the impossible, accepting the challenge when someone tells me I can’t do something, and going to bed at night knowing that my dreams with eyes wide open will always beat the dreams I see in my sleep.

It doesn't matter how long you have known someone; if it isn’t healthy, you are both a hostage and captor as is your counterpart. Your sick game continues with each of you playing either role until someone is strong enough to squeeze her sweat-stung eyes shut and pull the trigger before the last tear falls.

Love isn't created by doing; rather it is accessed, tapped into and unleashed, when we meet a kindred soul.

Love that radiates all frequencies. When you let love flow through you, you become more open to love. Love is infinite and can grow exponentially inside of you creating sensational vibrations. And then, just then, you will begin to feel love on a whole other level.

Relax and observe the subtle confidence and courage of a man who is eager to please.

Idiomatically, we pay attention. Just like we pay money and spend time. Attention exists in finite quantities. Like time and money, attention should be budgeted, managed and never squandered.

The food source for your hunger lies within. You are the food source. Inquire Within.

When you can’t ask the question because you already know the answer, so maybe you should go back to sleep in hopes that your dreams will take you somewhere closer to them or further from here -- or anywhere else.

While talking to a woman about a project, we had a tangential conversation about the diagnosis of children with ADD or ADHD, and pushing pills on them like a cure-all, when in fact, many of these children have a mind of over-stimulation from creative impulses.

Solitary, but not lonely. I need naps, and time to watch the sky change color. I need time to fall into a book and have adventures. I need time to think and write and drink coffee and schlep around the house in my pajamas. Other people are wonderful in small doses. But without downtime by myself, I grow depleted very quickly. Yes. I am an introvert. An INFJ, to be exact.

Slam the door shut on doubt, on pain, on anything or anyone who tries to make you less than your true self.

Let me be fragile but do not let me feel broken.

What would happen if all the have to's you are jamming down your spirit just up and vanished?

Though you may think it’s lost its way, it never has. Love has perfect direction, perfect timing, and perfect insight. Though you may lose sight of love, love never loses sight of you.

When i lost my words last night, i was just entranced by the soft silhouette...

I believe there is a certain kind of strength in vulnerability.

"My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story." ~ Johnny Depp

... pain becomes a way of life, and we stop thinking of ourselves as worthy of receiving the luxury of love. Pain becomes the edifice -- the protective shield between us and the world.

I see the Phoenix rising from the ashes when I look at you. I see pure power manifested inside a female body. I see divine intelligence.

If I were to write about the sincerity my heart is dipped in, I'd be writing about you...

Let us lie familiarly in our secret bed fort where you read to me line after line of the Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin exchange.

I am on fire. Don’t put me out. I’m here to burn, To scream and shout.

As you walked out on me all I could do was cradle and rock, like a Child’s Pose, me doing Yoga on a cold floor...

My Love...we are ever aiming skyward...

The vacancy of the void is the very thing that makes us human. It propels us to find love. To remain searching. It slows the heart rate for rest and recovery. It reminds us we are alive. We feel. We feel the void.

The longing that still curls in stubbornly hopeful tendrils from your open wounds? These will be your roots, seeking through hard earth to find you exactly what you need to thrive. The grief that took you the ground? It will help form the bedrock of your eventual rise.

Self-love gets radical when mindfulness is incorporated into every decision and action being made that is not self harming but rather self growing.

Learning to love the past for its future.

I feel like I am struggling to go forward, but I don’t want anyone to know this or even sense this.

As if even in sleep you care more for that sweet resting moment between breaths, between taking only what you need and discarding the rest. As if even in sleep you are mindful.

When I wrote it, I wasn’t the same person that I am today. When I wrote it, I was someone that I hope I never meet again.

Confidence mixed with Humility, my friends -- if they served this cocktail by the pitcher, I’d get drunk over and over again.

Over the years, I’ve become a seasoned expert in the art of transient living. Or as the uninitiated might phrase it: moving.

"Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom." ~ Rabindranath Tagore

No longer was I willing to allow sickness and pain to obliterate love, kindness, and human nature. My new rhythm was changing me, healing me, bringing peace into my life.

The true essence of our religion is forgotten, Interpreting it to our own whim and taste. So full of ourselves, that even the messiah today would be conveniently ignored life lived in such haste.

I don’t want to fulfill my destiny, I want it to fulfill me.

i am the lion and you are the lamb and as prophesied, we will lie down together.

Our tiny vessel, We followed it in flight. Embracing. Dreaming of the night...

...His words stagger under the weight of their burdens One after another, they rush out of his chest A flurry of song sparrows and desert wrens— They nest in my hair, light on my shoulders Their mouths filled with twigs, red thread and seed beads

When the magic comes into your life, the goddess dwells in your heart...

If we are born as empty vessels and our parents are the first to begin the process of filling, we take these perceptions and store them away.

I was like a skydiver full of adrenaline and intense curiosity, wondering what's it like to jump out of a perfectly decent airplane just because you realize that you are not, and never will be, the pilot of this trip.

Healthy relationships and interactions are created through a combination of observation, communication, and the willingness to be vulnerable. Often, we do not feel confident and secure because of our fears and old wounds.

We've got an epidemic, people. A serious lack of empathy.

The truth is, the common denominator in all my failed relationships was me.

Was his life full, and filled with inspiration? Was his last thought accompanied by a smile during that last exhale? Was there a shadow surrounding him in those last moments, or was it light?

Starseed, I can hear you whisper. I can feel your hug in the crisp air.

There are two camps of thought on MAN-i-festing: 1. when you stop looking you will find it and 2. You have to approach it like a job and put lots of focus and energy into it. I think I've tried one, two and three. Three being I just live my life and if I meet him then great and if not then I rock my single-person status.

What about the notion of being able to let things go - to strip yourself of the need for the things that only drain you later on?

My words become a humming, an incantation of sorts. I am speaking to her heart, and sometimes her soul.

I am wrenched open from the inside. Pulling, tensing, staying, struggling, pushing, contorted and tearful until ultimately I am cracked open. Light begins to appear. Layers are peeled. I become the wave. I am taken.

I am grasping for an anchor, and yet drawn to the pure wild of the open sea with my heart wide open and exposed to the elements.

I haven’t cried though because it’s more fun to curse you and all of your celebrations -- especially your presumption that all beings who wish to buy food on a given day also wish to be reminded of you.

There are deep treasures within us all, and the more we realize our own, the more we can offer them to each other simply by living them ourselves.

Instead of looking for a mold to fit the dough, why don’t we knead the dough to fit the mold?

I began to imagine a different ending. I imagined plowing all that dirt onto my past and carefully arranging a riot of flowers on the mound left over. I imagined dancing around the grave, bare feet caked with mud, dancing and dancing until I dropped to the ground. It's OK to mourn the passing away of one part of our lives. It's OK to sit -- grief-stricken and alone -- wondering if we'll ever feel right again.

Another step in achieving love is demolishing your expectations. The only thing you should expect is love, a shit load of love that makes you feel like the queen of the world, and respect. That’s it.

We are here for one another -- we may not wish for an extended stay, but we can always visit when we need each other's company.

"People always think the most painful thing is to lose the one you love. In truth, the most painful thing is to lose yourself, and not even realize it until it's too late." ~ Charles J. Orlando

My husband and I committed adultery. He knocked on a woman’s door that was not ours; I opened our door to a man who belonged to someone else.

Once a silent child in your frilly dresses and bows in your hair, A teen wallflower, your beauty too deep for others to grasp.