The memory is in the lamp I hold up to the dark searching for respite. Where is my calmness? Where is my comfort?

It’s my choice whether I side with my Higher Self or feed the fear in my Lower Self. When I interact with my Lower Self, my Higher Self is..

It’s my job to love you and to hold you as you discover you are worth every teardrop and every fearful Thought. You deserve the best.

At first, my anger was messy. I wore it smeared in my sneers. Over the years, I found comfort with my anger knowing it is a fuel.

One person at a time, people are living through incredible indignities, heartbreaks and losses. It’s the time of awakening.