Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
Isn’t strength the ability to renounce every lie in your heart?
Sometimes we have to dig a little deeper, to reach a little higher.
I would not bend.They could not make me Pliable.My mind was strong.My mind was mine.
I’m feeling better, but the strength isn’t there and there’s still some soreness.
Let out your heat!Unleash your imaginationLet the burning fragrance of your unimpeachable imaginationsparkle through the morning’s you.At night, let the stoical sweat of your day ease your musclesRelax your feet.You will need them to walk...
Live for what you love, and die for what you’re unwilling to live without…
We hunger for quiet times; we find in them a womb to renew our strength.