This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me.
When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
Sometimes it's hard to look at a flower, when your dying inside.
Deeply happy people are even thankful for the trials and tragedies they pass through.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
art is risk made visible
For the grateful, there is no room for disappointment; Each moment offers life.
when parameters are not set for man, there is always an unknown abuse
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Success is hard, rewards are scant and the glory not always there.
The underbelly of the human psyche, what is often referred to as our dark side, is the origin of every act of self-sabotage. Birthed out of shame, fear, and denial, it misdirects our good intentions a...