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.