Never Forget Who You Are

“Never forget who you are or where you come from. Never forget the blood that runs through your veins or the journey that blood has taken to survive. No matter how hard others try to destroy or challenge you, know that you’re in the moment for a reason. If you can gain knowledge from it, do so. If it can raise your fighting spirit, allow that to happen. For if you don’t, you just might be forgetting who you are and who you were meant to be.”

-Unknown

You’ll Learn…

“You’ll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken. Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer. And stubbornly refuse to fit in.” ―Mandy Hale

The Master Initiate Of Any Craft

“The master initiate of any craft appears magical to the uninitiated. But there is no magic. There is no exclusive venue in the divine. There is no genius. The adept is only adept, because such an instrument she crafted and bowed her soul to be. When we bend our hearts and minds, the sweet music of life flows through us as instruments of precious truth. All truthful music is familiar to the ear, for its notes were written into our souls long ago. We are all masters because we are the expression of one grand nature. When we allow the genius of simple nature to flow through us we become every genius who has ever lived. Your perfect, inner-genius has always been within you waiting for your acknowledgment, and ready to serve. Your divine time is the moment of your choosing.” –Bryant McGill

You Do Not Have To Be Good

“You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.” —Mary Oliver