This is an old scrap book filled with notes and little paintings. I looked
Through today. It is very special
To me. I found a page someone gave me and I will share it. It is beautiful. ... This is for the gentile goddesses with watery, empathetic hearts, who ooze with oodles of compassion,
eager to soothe another suffering. This is for the luscious ladies with restless spirits who can’t stay in one place for long, because our souls are winged, also longing for adventure.
Yes this is just for us; the free-spirited females with fiercely sensitive parts. We are a balmy breeze,casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone.
We are 1000 grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through salt fingertips, one by one. We can never be contained because we aren’t meant to be.
We are born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of the crazy world until her body to collapse in the ecstatic exhaustion. We understand deeply that life is a heartbreakingly beautiful series of goodbyes, hello‘s, triumphs
and disappointments and we feel most alive in the midst of transformation, courageously shedding our old skin to be birthed again, raw and new.
We are well-versed in letting go, able to exhale and swiftly set fire to the past, painstakingly gathering the ashen wisdom to build a more abundant future.
We are phoenixes, Falcons, Eagles, and butterflies. We are light and airy, yet never lacking in debt.
We are carefree and sparkly, but our effervescence actually emanates from caring so deeply, from feeling the worlds pain, happiness, love, sadness and struggle wildy pulsate within our chest, day in and day out.
We are spongy emotional barometers, picking up on another’s mood immediately, sensing anxiety, anger, grief, frustration and jealousy.
Feeling it so damn intensely that we sometimes suffocate.
We crave alone time, solo adventures, secret places and quiet spaces because the world can seem so scary and overwhelming that we wonder if the world could, in fact swallow us up entirely in one single gulp.
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