Jo Boniszewski

With a burst of joy, my heels sprout wings, smile dancing. My heart sings like a bird caged, set free to soar, senses heightened like never before. Life. Is. Good.

The time has come to shed this skin. Its cloying inconvenience doesn’t fit me anymore. My new attire strikes color, shine, shadow, makes noise, and may put your teeth on edge. Tough sh–. Get used to it. I’m inviting you to step into your fear and dance with life.

In this magical hour, as the black ink sky fades to forget-me-not grey and the Cyprus trees emerge from the shadows, I tune in to my heart. In clarity, I choose to step into freedom to bring lightness of being and to be love.

It’s like something shifted when I spoke to you, I can’t even put words to it. This sense of gentle peace, space, lightness, freedom. The realization that the longing I carried for so long, that pain was not about him all along. It was the yearning to return to that place from which, once upon a time, we all came.

The sky was the color of hard crimson, dripping down a canvas, the moon splashed silver across red. Her soothing balm healing my soul in swathes of calmness, I breathe in her tides and let my body be washed ashore, lying in the sands of eternity.

Softness has such a power to it. When you choose to soften into something, it relaxes, opens, tension releases. Stuck energy flows like blood coursing through veins, bringing much needed oxygen. Life force and warmth enters, connection is rekindled. Find the trust you need to allow softness in; it really is healing.

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.

Statistics show that of those who contract the habit of eating, very few survive.

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the dear deceit of beauty.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

Life will not bear refinement. You must do as other people do.

Life consists in what a person is thinking of all day.

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One’s enough.

The key to every man is his thought. He can only be reformed by showing him a new idea which commands his own.

Americans adore me and will go on adoring me until I say something nice about them.

Count on it, if a person talks of their misfortune, there is something in it that is not disagreeable to them.

A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Few people think more than two or three times a year; I have made an international reputation for myself by thinking once or twice a week.

Try, try, try, and keep on trying is the rule that must be followed to become an expert in anything.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.