She did her very best to immerse herself in all of life’s treasures.
Out in the woods, deep in the ocean, or under the bright yellow sun and blue skies.
Her heart was her home. She had a zest for learning and exploration, always in quest of the truth.
She knew of no other kind but her own. As a young girl she knew she was quite different than the others.
She lived life the way she wanted to. Love for freedom, and a disdain for routine.
No rules were ever made, because she knew she would break them anyway.
Life to her was a puzzle, articulating every encounter of words and images into her mind and processing them in such a way only she can understand.
As she grew older she came to appreciate the very few people in her orb.. The ones that crooned with her about the passions and delights of life.
The ones that could effortlessly bask in her presence and never get tired of it.
The ones that had dreams bigger than they can make sense of.
The drive and longing behind it was loud enough to fulfill their hearts desire, even if there was no destination.
She educated herself through strangers, books, art, nature, and dreams.
She was always dreaming. Dreaming of love. Dreaming of finding her people. To find her home. To find meaning in existence.
The tango of life, was not as easy as her mind would like it to be. But her sentiments were sincere and deep.
Her shadows were dark, but she learned to embrace this, knowing these were the areas that needed watering.
Always reflective, her feelings were dominated by prudence and intuition.
It was in her trials and long voyages, she grew. She grew with awareness, with compassion, and with dignity.
Her moral compass was sharpened with each turn she made.
It was once the little girl whom wished to be a wise woman, in which she was becoming.
She learned to dust the old bones, dance with her wolf, and in return, her quest for truth, lead her to eternal life.