By Crystal Lagace. When the ache is so strong it feels as though thoughts are shredding a path from heart to brain, tearing through delicate nerve endings – and beginnings – that signal shivers of soul tears and blood leaking from fingertips, itching to express intensity… you may be a writer.   When love has the power to tingle toes and ignite flaming desires that engulf all reason in – and out – secret spaces speaking volumes in that trusting silence and embracing unknown certainties that scream to follow bliss in the supremacy of words… you might be a writer.   If the sidewalk imprint of a decomposing fallen leaf can create an overwhelming tightness in a pounding chest, you may be.   If the choral harmony of flocking birds has the audacity to make your spirit soar alongside their flapping wings with a...

The world lacks a certain amount of creativity.

Who is my future self? What does she look like? How does she behave? What's important to her? What does she eat for lunch? What does she read?

After getting out to help, I noticed a Canadian license plate from the corner of my eye. I froze with fear. I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Fox News had spent years warning me about the dangers of encountering foreigners, and despite my best vigilance, here I was in the grips of death.

Love freely and you will be loved freely. Give freely and you will receive freely. Cry freely with joy and wild abandon and watch the wealth of emotional freedom rain down upon you.

Sometimes what we thinkwe need to let go of is the key to coming into a deeper understanding of who we are.

We all have things to grumble about, and we are all legitimately and honestly free to experience them, but the perspective of weeds is this---most things are not as bad as they may appear.

Why being your authentic self is not only a revolutionary, but an evolutionary act.

The next time you judge someone — are you just seeing parts of yourself in them that are beyond the shape of their body? Perhaps you do have something in common.

It is one of those prime poses that really help to chisel the body. However, the “botox effect” of Shalabhasana is not the only thing that’s in store for those who practice it regularly.

And in the space, Where my heart should be.

Karma is a bitch and then again I can be too. An angry person is a hurt person. I think on the emotional breakup scale anger is a better place to be than discouragement. Anger at least likes to work out, have clean hair, get out of bed and put on some lipstick.

“Yes. No. Don’t. Acceptable. Not part of the program. No carbs. Low carbs. Too much. Too little.” End the battle with your body.

Be honest. You think that's too simple?...Try running a campaign past your best friend that has known you since boarding school and see if they make you second-guess it the minute it comes out of your mouth. If you can get it past them, there’s a good chance it’s true.

we were like siamese twins but split and night after night, i handed her the toothpaste just before she looked at me, make-up removed, absently running the electric toothbrush before it’d been primed.

John Cerberus smiled, but then a knee pushed his left shoulder hard into the ground, and before he could react, his head was jerked sharply to the right and his neck snapped.

How do you nourish others with your spoken words? How do you receive vocal nourishment from others?

Why is this so important? Isn’t it a fairly uninspired assumption that married women of my age must be here for this purpose?

she reflected upon herself & creation and smiled in the bliss of being

But you will never know until you say it is over. It is done. Pull off the band-aid. Grit your teeth. Close the book. Seal the envelope. Set it on fire! Answer the door.

"Don't confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but doesn't make any progress."

Lately, I’ve come to realize that positive living is not all rainbows and bunnies.

A little hut - To call my own - To lock the door - When troubles call - Best left alone...

Caution guiding my steps, head bowed to watch where I go, I have walked in the wrong direction.

"There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy."

I forgive myself. I forgive you and everything in the past, present or future. I want to be free. I can only be free. I know nothing or no one else, I can only be me.

Passion is a choice to live by as compassion is the sight to see others.

We fear that we feel too much and shutter away our illuminations to be shone again upon the next rising.

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create..."

The root of the word courage is 'cor' - the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage meant 'to speak one's mind by telling all one's heart.' Over time, this definition has changed...

Choose the boldest course, the one that frightens you the most. It will change your life.

I just want to know that the little things still matter in the world, like endless talks, fearless declarations of forever, a hand-written love letter.

My wings can’t expand inside and so my shoulders ache like muscles never fully lengthened. But wings are here for a purpose -- to take us into the ether.

Each illness he contracts – a head cold, a stomach bug, even a fucking paper cut – brings me a strange sort of sickness.

I have discovered the gift of fear – it is the motivator that gets me off my butt and into action.

We share the same pain and loss. We struggle with our bodies, our desires, and our fears.

"Once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you..."

You “feel pretty” the same way you “feel fat”: it’s mostly an illusion. Prettiness, then, is partly a choice, and I’ve been trying to not choose it.

It wasn’t yet hot, but it would be. It would be the hottest day of my life, long, sweltering, and painful---from beginning to end. Because that day was the end. And pain is hot. Regret is unbearable, like a summer day that drives you inside for relief, but with regret, there is no relief. No escape from the heat.

Haven’t you carried the weight of regret long enough? Can’t you see the gift that experience contains? Aren’t you ready to lay that mismatched luggage down?

No longer because of human surface reasons. No longer was it about the day. Or the time of year. Or the joy and the heartbreak of past Thanksgivings.

Each time we have a question unsolved, a relationship that turned out to be so much less than what it promised, we write a letter and turn it over to the river.

As the invisible tears wash over me I am cleansed. As the inevitable change bombards me from everywhere I close my eyes to find some truth in a world gone mad with lies.

moment by moment we become a new we shaped and annealed in pure alchemy to be

Why is beauty so alluring? Why does it create such a magnificent energetic force so deep within us that we have no choice but to surrender?

Approximately 27 million people of at least 136 different nationalities are currently enslaved in 118 different countries. Why do humans enslave people? What has to change within societies around the globe to bring slavery to an end?

Know that we’re all part of a bigger, abstract picture our eyes were never intended to make sense of. And in all our childlike and blissful ignorance, she takes care of us in a way won’t know because it’s veiled behind colours we can’t see. Feel the love and find the connection.

Nothing was worse than not being wanted, Nothing was better than not being alone...

What I pretend to forget, is that with out this thin veneer of melancholy, I’ll float up, up and away. I’ll be light again like the Gods.

The candles are aglow reflecting the mascara running down my face as my heart cries outloud. I look like I have been through the thick marsh of war.