She is an enigma
A mover and a shaker,
A dirty rock n’ roller

A profound deity
Elegant, yet unrefined

She glides –
Through tall blades of grass,
Beneath the forest trees
Through your mind,
And into your heart.

She is effervescent,
Fiery, yet calm

She is the shadow,
Walking beside you

She is the voice
In your head

She is an enigma
You glimpsed her once,
Before she was gone.

Photo credit: Jairo Alzate / unsplash.com


the red tricycle brigade.

I love how images have the ability to transport us back to a moment in time, and bring up memories that are hidden deep within our mind. This particular photo (courtesy of Ryan McGuire / gratisography.com) brings me back to when I was about three years old. I decided it would be a good time to bring my independent and adventurous side to life, so I snuck out, hopped on my red trike, and took a joy ride around the block on my own. Needless to say, I may have freaked my parents out immensely, but I also made a significant statement – I am a force to be reckoned with.