"I am perfectly enough"

The lass climbed out of my pen while I was working on something else entirely and so did the words, right along with her.  I wasn't sure what to make of her when she appeared - she insisted I pay attention, that I lean in, listen up and wise up, get my act together, do "stuff" I always forget and need to work on. She simply would not go away, and it seems she is here to stay.

I was dismayed, but I found myself liking her style and her irreverent attitude, her wild hair and jubilant, upraised arms, her flowing gypsy skirts, her choice of colours and even those eloquent bare toes. Being a bit more like her would be a right fine thing for this Old Thing.

My friend is maiden, mother and beldame, all rolled into one wise, independent and passionate spirit. She's an adventuress, loves the journey, is happy with who she is and where she is going.  She knows how to live in the moment, and she likes making her own way through the woods. She doesn't mind going alone, but she does like having a kindred spirit to travel with now and again.

No pastels for this blithe 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 felt she belonged in the banner for this place, and she insisted that I tuck her in along with her raggedy moon and flock of cranes.

Feel free to grab this graphic, or the smaller version in my sidebar.  Right click on the image, assign it a name and save it to your hard drive.  Post it somewhere if you wish, on your desktop, online or both.  Please link back here if you do. It would be grand to get a movement going.

Hold the words close and whisper them to yourself when you are feeling fragile, anxious or doubting yourself. Embrace the thought. 

"I am perfectly enough!"