She climbed out of my pen, and she insisted I pay attention, wise up, get my act together, get on with the "stuff" I need to work on and am always forgetting. She simply would not go away, and it seems she is here to stay.
I like her style and her irreverent attitude, her wild hair and her flowing gypsy skirts, her love of color even those eloquent bare toes. Being a bit more like her would be a fine thing for this Old Thing.
Her name is Hagatha, and she is maiden, mother and beldame, all rolled into one wise, independent and passionate spirit. She is happy with who she is, loves the journey she is on, and she knows where she is going. She likes finding her own way through the woods, and she doesn't mind going alone, but she likes having kindred spirits to travel with now and again.
No pastels for this gladsome spirit. Her favorite shade is ultraviolet, and she colors outside the lines whenever she feels like it, with the brightest crayons in the box. She knew she belonged in the banner for this place, and she insisted that I tuck her in with her raggedy moon and flock of cranes.
Feel free to grab the image at the top of this page, and post it somewhere if you wish. Please link back here if you do. Wouldn't it be grand to get a movement going? Hold the words close and whisper them to yourself when you are feeling fragile or downhearted. Embrace the thought:
"I am perfectly enough!"