This is for the gentle goddesses with watery, empathic hearts, who ooze with oodles of compassion, eager to soothe another’s suffering.
This is for the luscious ladies with restless spirits who can’t stay
in one place for long, because our souls are winged, always longing for
adventure.
Yes, this is just for us:
The free-spirited females with fiercely
sensitive hearts.
We are a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone.
We are a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft 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 this
crazy world
—until our bodies collapse in ecstatic exhaustion.
We understand deeply that life is a heartbreakingly beautiful series
of goodbyes, hellos, 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 are well-versed in letting go
, able
to boldly 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 depth.
We are carefree and sparkly, but our effervescence actually emanates
from caring so deeply, from feeling the world’s pain, happiness, love,
sadness and struggle wildly pulsate within our chests, 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
it could, in fact, swallow us entirely in one single gulp.
We love wholly, compassionately and completely
—but never possessively.
We have to fly away sometimes, darting out in the velvety black of
night because we know that by setting ourselves free, we can set
others free too.
We deeply respect our femininity, listening closely to the whispering
wisdom of our intuition, the mystical murmurs of our ancestors and the
primal pulse of nature.
We feel most alive outside, wings fully spanned, feeling the firm
ground beneath our feet, welcoming the fiercest winds to whirl through
our wispy hair.
We are fierce warriors, forces to be reckoned with—precisely because we are so sensitive.
My gentle and free-spirited sisters, I hear your feathery roar.
Let us spread our wings and soar.
Let us fly long and fast and hard.
Let us fly unapologetically.
Into the incredible lives we are meant to live.
Let us vow now.
To never turn our backs on the wise contents.
Of our fabulously free-spirited.
And fantastically sensitive souls.