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In certain circumstances, urgent circumstances, one needs to (b)uck tradition.
When the soul calls we don't comprehend it, we feel it. And that feeling is the answer itself.
Divine inspiration never tires of us. She comes until we finally say, "Yes."
Yesterday there was pain and heartache. But today, today we believe in abundance and expect indulgence.
"Move and Providence will move, too. Commit to your passion and miracles will follow. Risk and you will be rewarded!"
The way up and out and through is to believe, really believe in the sacred wisdom that dwells within us.
My spirit needs only to catch her breath, to know it's OK to be afraid.
But I'm reminded again and again that one of our greatest gifts is our God-given, intuitive nature.
The real miracles of life are the ones that happen because we've made a way where there otherwise wasn't one.
You were born to create.
Our destination is resurrection, the kind that comes when we exchange our dead-end thoughts for a limitless horizon.
Writing a dream on a piece of paper is as good as writing it on our hearts.
We are nearer to the divine when we embrace the things that make us strange.
We listen for her voice because she reminds us what we often forget: we will not be saved by efficiency or economy, but in those moments of reverence that captivate our hearts and feed our souls.
Living in the present frees me from my merciless inventory.
Whispers that will always lead us along right paths.
The writer John O'Donohue said the way to reclaim our power is with a question.
Ours was a different kind of awakening, not born out of suffering or a thorn in our sides, but out of hearing actual good news: the riches of the universe are contained within our flesh and bones.
We hear it as a compliment, an affirmation that catches us off guard. Rather than reject the words, we live and move in them.
There is and will only ever be one answer: to walk away.
You are who you are, and that, dear friends is enough.