“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.”

― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

You playing small doesn't serve the world. There’s nothing enlightening about shrinking so others won’t feel insecure around you. As you let your own light shine, you indirectly give others permission to do the same.”

Marianne Williamson

Welcome to the beginning of this blog where I share the heart of me with the heart of you and somewhere in between we meet each other.