Perhaps by now I had come far enough to have the guts to be afraid. Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there’s no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. The universe, I’d learned was never, ever kidding.

WILD- Cheryl Strayed

“people try and hide their night, underneath the covers. People try and hide their light, underneath the covers. every time you close your eyes, lies…lies…now here’s the sun, it’s alright. now here’s the moon it’s alright.”

“all the kids have always known, that the emperor wears no clothes, but to bow down to him anyway, it’s better than being alone, but I would rather be alone, than pretend I feel alright. If the businessmen drink my blood, like the kids in art school said they would, then I guess I’ll just begin again.”

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When you choose peace, love, connection, compassion, nurturing, healing, forgiveness, intuition, and to hold space for each other and what’s felt. When the strength is in your softness, and in the quiet amidst the noise, you honour the sacred feminine. what’s been lost but not forgotten. And our circles and our unity surround their towers with stacked ceilings that block the sun, moon and stars and we sing and dance regardless because it’s in our bones. And our voices are heard from all that we trust in and then a beautiful thing starts to happen, the imbalance slowly starts to fade. And we rise above as a whole.