Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.

You are a whispering diamond, turning in the sun, articulating the one thing the sky wants to say, in a million different ways.

Hating yourself is like hating the sun. No matter how much you complain of it agitating your eyes, its brilliance shines on.

The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.

Live so radiant & free that the sun longs to come sit at your feet to bask in the mentorship of your soul’s experiential gift.

When good things are on the horizon you keep walking towards the sun.