Cristen Rodgers Quotes

We all have our own song as we glide in and out of one another's dance, yet amazingly everything seems to flow as if it were all choreographed from the start.

At times there will be fire; this we can't avoid. But it's up to us to decide whether it will consume or it will purify.

We are all the authors of our own fates; but we have gotten so lost in the technicalities of forming letters and stringing words together that we've forgotten what it really means to write.

Sometimes the purpose of the rose is simply to draw attention to the rose.

The moon doesn't consider one phase better than another. She just glows, equally stunning at each turn. Why should we be any different?

Summer rushes in on the heels of spring, eager to take her turn; and then she dances with wild abandon. But the time soon comes when she gratefully falls, exhausted and sated, into the auburn arms of autumn.

We are all rocks fallen away from the same great mountain, sometimes finding our way back home by grace. There's no use in throwing stones because, no matter what shape they may take, even they are just another piece of us.

My mind is the sun,
and my heart is the moon.
In the sky between them,
there I am.

Cristen Rodgers

Let's nurture our spirits until they shine; and then let's strip down to our naked souls and dance through life until we drop little bits of light behind us that glow like fireflies in the night.

Don't be afraid to get high. Take the chance whenever it presents itself and get high on passion, on poetry, music, and art. Get drunk on nature, on silence, on the sunrise and sunset, on sensuality and sex. Get lit on the moon and lost in the stars. Sip with equal ardor the divine and the mundane alike. Let your inhibitions go. Drop the defenses. Live in the moment, with no motes to cross and no walls to scale before you can allow yourself to become lost - lost in your senses, in your heart, in the world, in your mind. If you want to make the most of this life, you have to feel it fully, to inhale it deeply, to drink with abandon. You can't be afraid to get high.

I promise from now on to always make time for at least one more. One more chapter before I turn out the light and float off to sleep. One more kiss before I sink into this sea of words and search for meaning to bring back up with me. One more stretch and one more wiggle of my toes before I jump out of bed; and one more moment in meditation before I re-emerge. One more full, deep breath and one more look at the sunset. One more touch, one more smile, one more moment of stillness, of gratitude, of simplicity, of love. From now on, I'll always make room for one more because you never know when one more is all you'll ever have.

I love letting my soul soar on a summer breeze, or getting entranced by the rhythm of the sea. It carries you off on its currents until you're completely lost and then drops you back on the shores of reality with salt on your cheeks and grains of dreams running through your fingers like sand. It's almost an occasional necessity – I guess because when you get completely, fantastically, dizzyingly lost you're temporarily suspended between what has been and what could be. In those first moments when you come back up for air, or when you float back down to the ground, you're living in the land of possibility, where you understand that reality can stretch just as far as you're willing to dream.

I look into your eyes and I'm sure that some divine artist dipped her brush in the same soul and used it to paint us both.

I release ribbons of gratitude to flow back upon the path I have walked as it stretches out behind me, so they brush past everyone whose path crossed my own. May they feel the brief kiss of remembrance within their hearts, there and then gone again, passing like a spring breeze, so that they suddenly know the things they have done for others, in so many ways big and small, seen and unseen alike, somewhere are known and treasured.

Maybe the moon just lost herself gazing too long at the brilliance of the sun and that's how she got her glow.

And maybe we're made of the same
mysterious sort of magic that makes us magnify and mirror whatever we look at the most.