I admire my femininity and I thrive on independence. I determine the course of my life and I blossom with petals of resilience.

I may not always be in bloom. I may be found a taut bud I am still only each petal I shed. Each its own brilliance, each a unique fragrance, and all individually own its flourish in accordance to the encounter.

I come from the earth, I travel in the breeze and I dream of flight upon wings of beautiful butterfly wings, streaming and weaving lights across a sunset sky.

I willingly believe I am the puzzle piece that will never fit in my own riddle but will be moldable to fill the spaces of those that I love.

A long lost memory just forced it’s hand into my cavernous chest and stole the beats from my heart; they’ve transformed into the raindrops streaming down my face.

“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me… or leave me. Accept me – or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don’t fit your idea of who I should be and don’t try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.” -Stacey Charter

“Remember to be gentle with yourself and others. We are all children of chance and none can say why some fields will blossom while others lay brown beneath the August sun. Care for those around you. Look past your differences. Their dreams are no less than yours, their choices no more easily made. And give, give in any way you can, of whatever you posses. To give is to love. To withhold is to wither. Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.” ~Kent Nerburn