she gets goosebumps from tiny, perfect things. seeing the stars. fruit trees in bloom, the scent of dinner from a neighbor's house, a phone call at the right time,a bar of exotic chocolate.
she speaks her mind. she is a parcel of boldness and grace, all wrapped together
she wants to be beautiful, wants a flash, a spark, a rare and wonderful spirit that everyone sees. but befre all of that she wants to respect herself. as is. even the shaky parts. because even the shaky parts have a shine to them that doesn't fade. she grows ever stronger in the life she has made.
she doesn't do so well at standing still. she plans big, she rolls up her sleeves, she has faith in her own momentum. she knows that change doesn't happen all at once, but she welcomes it, she prepares for it, she gives it fertile ground.
she wants to learn how to live and how to love and how to hold her own in this world that is so wide and wonderful.
Who is she?
she is me.