I know a woman...
I know a woman who walks on tiptoes, and quietly chases adventure- along with me kindness and grace open to any idea or question willing to love, seek peace, work for justice. I know a woman who’s been by my side with each passing year- my defender, wild and free- talking so fast no one can quite keep up; with her interests so unique not one human could ever be- just like her. I know a woman who raised two bold and brave women; she is filled to the brim with grace and peace so much so that it easily overflows swirling and falling without question onto others. I know a woman full of sparkle and sass headband neatly placed stronger and much more gorgeous than she thinks she is heart open and searching for the greatest adventure. I know two women who remind me of one another; fearless mothers the ones I will call when it’s my turn, dark hair falling in waves past strong shoulders...