Erica Goros

My cup was already brimming before I met him __fter it runneth over.

Unfortunately we treat others as we treat ourselves. We should try being genuinely kind to ourselves and the rest will come naturally, like a Platinum Rule.

Never mourn the loss of innocence, because it always brings the much greater gain of wisdom.

Sometimes I feel like one of those sliding tile puzzles. I just get so dang close to what I want to see in the mirror and who I want to be... but then I have to completely jumble up the pieces to try to get even closer.

Just give me a thousand words and you may make your own pictures.

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced my through years ago.

The heart of a person only beats when it's surrounded by blood, by family.

Emotions are like muscles. Most of them go highly unattended, it's usually the weaker, undefined ones that cause injury to the rest, and there is most certainly memory response in play.

Love is seeking the good and being the good.

I have often plotted my great escape to the beach. To live seaside and to be able to stare possibility and tranquility in the face every day ... I wanted it bad enough to taste. All the while forgetting, I can lap underneath an open sky at any moment and feel awe rush over me. I can bring it close to me like a blanket__f I only remember He is my rest and refuge.

Be the good & seek the good. Faith fights anxieties_ go after your faith with body, mind & soul.

Unfortunately we do treat others as we treat ourselves. We should try being genuinely kind to ourselves first and the rest will come naturally, like an 18-kt. Golden Rule._ _ Erica Goros, The Daisy Chain

I spend a lot of time looking up.

Fear is just like mist. Don__ let it disorient you from living outside God's palm. Acknowledge it, then take any one step in any one direction... and repeat.

Attraction is easily manufactured.

Good fortune is created/written/made.

Do you remember what I forgot?

I am forever grateful for not knowing__hat would have been. WHAT WILL BE holds none of those bittersweet pangs and it is lit w joy.