my sacred self
the texture of linen
big sunflowers
my mother’s ways, how she talks to herself out loud even laughing at times
when the sky is the brightest blue - a color I wish I could paint but never could get quite right
how wildflowers grow where no one is watching them - they don’t care who sees them bloom, if anyone at all
regal eagles gracefully circling over me
the feeling of peace
music that makes my heart dance