She walks with grace and purpose. She looks people in the eye, greeting them with warmth; heartfelt. She has kind, soft eyes. The softness pierces them, melting the ice. She is not and has no wish to be the Snow Queen. No fun in that. She has no time for posturing and posing, she’s too busy stretching and creating.

She’s resourceful and shrewd, using her head to make wise, thought out decisions. She takes her time and does not rush. She carefully analyses, considers the different angles and then proceeds with tranquility and assuredness. She is open to advice, knows where to go for it and asks genuinely, but knows it is she who will make the decision in the end. She understands that taking accountability for herself means responsibility and therefore freedom to make her own choices and stand by them with dignity and confidence, answering to herself and to the Light that guides her. 

She is curious about people, open, but knowing when and with whom to share; generous with the resources she has – time, attention, empathy, affection and money. She is brave by being kind, brave by being goofy, brave by being warm and soft hearted. She takes care to not become resentful, to not become a victim, but acknowledge her errors when she makes them, apologises and rectifies and then moves on with grace, no use remaining stuck in torturous agony. No use bathing in self pity nor self loathing, yet knowing when to be strict and stern and give herself a proper rebuking, gently, gently like a breeze that ruffles the rose. She does the next best thing she can do. 

She smiles when people look at her. An authentic one. Sometimes, even one that shows her teeth. She spreads love with bubbles, stickers, smiles and song. She embraces the cringe and is not afraid to acknowledge her smelly, messy humanness. She asks for help and also gives it. She leans, yet also supports. She falls, but also catches. She smiles, yet she also cries. Proudly wearing her tears – appreciating them as hers – as much as her smiles. 

She uses her time effectively and is curious about people and the world. She delights in learning. She is a student, of life. An observer, an avid watcher, taking stock of it all – the gift that’s been bestowed. She is humble, emitting calm, warm, light, life, love and hope. The sun reflects its light off her spirit. She walks with an inner strength and resilience that has been earned through trial and suffering and worn now proudly and kindly. She has experienced injustice at times, but not let it embitter her. She’s grown through it, learnt through it and come out on the other side glossy, from the exfoliation and the hydrating tears. She’s drunk her cup of sorrow, she’s sat in silence with it, and she’s had to rise up from the ashes many a time, yet she’s done it. Not on her own, with lots and lots of help. And she’s thankful. What a gift to be loved! 

She lives with passion and is grateful, she is still enthusiastic and gets excited over the small things, and the grand ones, taking delight and soaking and sopping, like bread with wine. Nothing and no one is to be taken for granted, rather acknowledged and cherished properly. If something painful comes her way, something difficult, like heartbreak or loss, she asks herself what can she learn from it. She sniffs for opportunity. She pauses, collects herself, taking time to put it all in the greater context, attempting to see the bigger picture. 

Her word means something, because words mean something. It’s not as a feather in the wind. More of a stone, one that sparkles in the mossy grass Not loud, soft. Inviting attention, yet not seeking or striving for it. 

She treats others equally and fairly. She aims to see the best in people, bringing it to the forefront. She gives the benefit of the doubt carefully and graciously, not allowing anyone to be guilty before charged. Innocent until proven guilty and not the other way around. 

She is grateful. Oh, how she’s greatful. Grateful, for the gift that is her life, that is her family, that is her friends, for the love she’s received and for the love she’s given, appreciating the little and the grand, stopping to smell the roses and enjoying the journey as she goes along dancing, singing, bursting with bloom. 

Sincerely, 

She herself