She was unpredictable.
She was clever.
She was smart.
But most of all. . . She was herself and she was unafraid to Love hard, love big, and cheer others on to the win.
When you do it your way—the organic and natural beauty of you comes shining through;
You give permission to others to be organic, too.
Becoming unashamed of every inch of you.
The strengths as well as the weakness.
All of this embodies the essence of you. And I think this is beautiful.
My pen is my friend…
It listens, not just to my head and my words, but also my to my heart. My pen listens and then it leans~
It scratches the surface of the page. There is nothing like the flow of hand on a page and writing it all out in script.
I often times don’t know what I’m going to write before I sit down to write it. Other times I have themes and small tokens of thought that drift in and out of my mind for several days or even