My dancing woman climbed out of a pen a while ago when I was working on something else entirely, and her words climbed out right along with her. At the time, I was not sure what to make of her. She demanded that I take heed, pay attention, "listen up", wise up - all things I am not good at and am always working on.
Bemused and dismayed, I was pleased to meet the lady nevertheless, and I found myself liking her style and her attitude, her wild mane of hair and jubilant upraised arms, her flowing gypsy skirts and even those eloquent bare toes. My friend is maiden, mother and crone, all rolled into one wise, independent and passionate spirit. She's an adventuress, someone who loves life and the journey, is happy with who she is, and where she is going. She prefers to make her own way through the woods, and she doesn't mind going alone, although kindred spirits are always good to potter along with. She colors outside the lines when she feels like it, and her favorite shade is ultraviolet. She knows how to live in the moment. She does her own creative thing.
It would be lovely to get an "I am perfectly enough" movement going. Feel free to grab this graphic or the smaller version in my sidebar. Right click on the image, give it a name and save it to your hard drive. Post it somewhere if you wish, either on your desktop or online or both. If online, could you please link back here?
Hold the words close and whisper them to yourself when times are dark, when you are feeling (or falling) down and doubting yourself. Embrace the thought.
"I am perfectly enough!"