A lovely poem for today in awakening, remembering, stepping into your own INNER POWER…
“She was honey and milk.
Freedom sprang from her footsteps as her gaze fell upon only the most beautiful things.
There was no greater compliment than her attention.
She responded as if I was the only proper noun with which to verb;
and if I said it, it was certainly the truth.
If I valued it, it was the most important of all things.
She made me matter to myself,
and by the example of her easy-going Grace, I decided to choose to be lovely.”