I am…

I am beauty for beauty’s sake.

I am hexagon tiles and not going to the bar to scrub my bathtub just because.

I am making my home in the statement: Ask for what you need.

I am tightly bound, laced-up, but unraveling.

I am open to receiving.

I am gathering women in truth everywhere that I travel.

I am tulle skirts. Hooded sweatshirts. Gold bangles. Motorcycle boots.

I am nesting.

I am energy grounding deeply, crawling along the earth. An intricate root system taking over the yard.

I am loud celebrations.

I am striped comforters and hot pink altars.

I am rosebuds beneath your feet and the golden shells that catch your eye.

I am blooming feminine and learning to be unendingly gentle.

I am coddled when I am sad.

I am 50 Shades of Grey for the 30th time.

I am the liminal expanse where sand meets the coming tide.

I am the aloe plant in my living room that outgrew it’s pot six months ago.

I am bergamot and clary sage.

I am granting myself permission.