She’s someone that I admire, from a distance. Her spirit dances on the wind and her heart soars above the clouds. It’s impossible to keep up with the wanderings of her soul. Like I said, you just have to stand back and gaze at the mystical whirlwind that she is surrounded by; her energy can leave you breathless at times. If you look out the window during the light of a full moon you might find her gypsy wagon has found a home, under your windows, resting until life’s next journey.
Time and again, she’s dealt with some impossible odds and smiled back in the face of defeat. Pain is tossed into one more raging bonfire as she stands back and glows in the shadows of the crackling embers that float up into the darkness. I’ve called her an earth mother but she’s much more like a mischevious spirit, full of adventure, walking on the edge of excitement and always, always, on the move to somewhere… but no place in particular. Home…is wherever she happens to be. Love…will never be far behind.
For Kimberley………”Be humble for you are made of earth; be noble for you are made of stars.”
