My Musings

Then, one day, like magic, a hidden part of me will appear from behind the magic curtain.

Stay behind the magic curtain for a while. Amazing things happen there.

It is the struggle to leave the chrysalis that gives the butterfly the strength to live. If I helped, the butterfly would die.

People who find themselves on the extremes of an idea constantly swing at one another with words.

How many of us feel like we just don’t “fit in”?... I don’t know about you, but a fake, or standardized me is hard to maintain....

That jolt comes time and time again, changing you as you are fired in the crucible of life.

Stones can be used to throw, to build a wall, or to lay a pathway. I choose the pathway.

The stories that have formed your being are yours. All of those stories are strokes that have painted your being as you are right now.

Sometimes we become someone else out of what feels like necessity...No matter the reason, pretense is poison to authenticity and life.