Stacie Frazier

“There is always someone, something or someplace that can benefit from your immense Goddess gifts. Give and you shall receive. Give your soul energy freely and without fear of harmful consequences. It is safe for you to give: through pure giving you connect to pure receiving.”
― Sophie Bashford, You Are a Goddess: Working with the Sacred Feminine to Awaken, Heal and Transform

“The Goddesses are embodiments of universal feminine consciousness who have a longing–and a sacred mandate–to connect with humanity.”
― Sophie Bashford, You Are a Goddess: Working with the Sacred Feminine to Awaken, Heal and Transform

“Sundays are like confetti floating in the air in slow motion, in the evening they reach the ground and you hope a bit of wind could blow on them so they could fly a bit longer.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“It shouldn't make any difference, but Friday and Saturday nights are the worst. They're the worst because the loneliness is magnified. The best you can do is hope that there is someone else like you out there, but if there is, you will never meet this person because she doesn't get out either.
So, you're left with your thoughts, and your thoughts are living people in your brain who call and hang up and lounge around like armed security guards who happen to be beautiful. In between these thoughts, you think about what's going on out there. The girl of your dreams is being ravaged by a man who doesn't have a care in the world. Just to hear her voice would make you happy for a week, but he gets to spend the day and night with her and thinks nothing of it. (…), there are boyfriends and girlfriends, people in love, wide awake. They hang out. They hang out. They hang out. They do nothing worthwhile except each other. Friends, friends, friends. Fiends. Inside jokes. There are so many stupid conversations going on right now. You could be having a meaningful conversation with a taxi driver. You could talk to him about how Travis Bickle's taxi was a metaphor for loneliness. (…) You have a gray tint on your contact lenses. But you have your work. They don't have that. They are cowards. Everyone seems so afraid to be alone. It takes strength to lie there alone and take it. They just want to copulate, and that's their biggest concern of the night. You want a tragedy. An assassination. A massacre. An earthquake. A city falling to the ground. Something to get the people on TV to be on the same page as you.”
― Joey Goebel, Torture the Artist