At first, I heard her speak softly in the corner of the room. Her hair was the color of wind and rain. Robin’s egg of blue touched flecks of gray and streams ran wild under transparent skin. Mountains appeared in her eyes an inner terrain of life lived. The past chapters had laid a foundation, stronger than 10,000 men.
She crept to the center of new and spun a circle of endless. In her heart she just knew; it was time to once again stretch her soul’s wings. Each symbolic feather reverberating the sun and the moon. The sea sprung from her heart and her mind touched a shore of stars. Celestial channels opened to a spiral of seeing beyond the edges of said ordinary; an infinite exchange of awareness and creativity. The crux of the message reverberated her soul’s voices of ancient and each was heard to abide by a loving inner revolution. She realized her capacity to make a difference wasn’t and isn’t a fallacy.
For she is a woman; steadfast in her own birthright to receive respect and promulgate justice.
We are all integral links of humanity and our distinct gifts are as necessary as the sun which rises and the moon that holds light in the night’s sky. We bridge the dark of our depths to release the untold, the mystery of our dreams and the ability to see we are all needed.