Jo Boniszewski

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.

Lilac anemone, paper petals, turning tentatively to face a pale sun opening to reveal a lightness of being, a flash of gold, a fresh resilience, contented silence, the dawn of a new day.

She was taken by surprise at quite how breathtaking the twinkle in her eyes was. She listened and watched attentively, magnetized. As butterflies danced on her lips, her own stomach felt butterflies.

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.

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.

All those moments are alive in us today. We may not visit them anymore, very often, but we carry them in our DNA, our blood, our bones; informing the breadth and beauty of who we now are; our lesson to be lived.

Nature has always had more force than education.

The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf.

Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing.

Go into the street, and give one man a lecture on morality, and another a shilling, and see which will respect you most.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

We must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.

I’m out there to clean the plate. Once they’ve read what I’ve written on a subject, I want them to think, ‘That’s it!’ I think the highest aspiration people in our trade can have is that once they’ve written a story, nobody will ever try it again.

According to this law [the law of Dharma], you have a unique talent and a unique way of expressing it. There is something that you can do better than anyone else in the whole world–and for every unique talent and unique expression of that talent, there are also unique needs. When these needs are matched with the creative expression of your talent, that is the spark that creates affluence. Expressing your talents to fulfill needs creates unlimited wealth and abundance.

There was never a century nor a country that was short of experts who knew the Deity’s mind and were willing to reveal it.

Rest in reason; move in passion.

Read your own compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.

The superiority of some men is merely local. They are great because their associates are little.

Of all the anti-social vested interests the worst is the vested interest in ill-health.

If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary to reason.

Labor, if it were not necessary for existence, would be indispensable for the happiness of man.