I Am Me

 My sweet friend, Rachelle, shared with me a couple years ago about a girl on Instagram who went by the name 'bonjour moon'.( https://www.instagram.com/bonjourmoon/?hl=en) I didn't forget about her but didn't look her up until just a couple months ago as I don't even have Instagram and use my sisters account! Oh my word what a treasure. I love that she takes time and energy to create these beautiful pictures that she posts and how much thought she puts into her descriptions. She reminds me of Anne of Green Gables in some ways. She loves to find and share whimsical, vintage, blossom filled beauty with others. She has such a way with words as well.

 The other day she inspired me with a post she shared about who she felt like she was that specific day. We often feel as different as the names of the days of the week. One day we feel like death is nigh, we can. not. go. on. And then the next day we could fly....and we feel like we are maybe emotionally unstable and maybe we need some sort of help...but then at the same time we know that deep down we are probably pretty normal if we put it all in perspective.
Anyway she inspired me so the other day this is what I wrote:

 I am that freshly blossomed blushing pink Rose peeking through my grandma's dining room window.

I am the Lilac tree in full bloom leaning up against the corner of the old green farm house casting heady purple fragrance on the old cement pathway that winds around to the creaky back door

I am a Foxglove that graces the outskirts of a meadow visited by many a fuzzy bumble bee.

I am a fern on a hillside of multitudes of ferns shining freshly green in the morning sunshine ~ unfurling slowly and with the utmost care.

I am unkept messy hair and a bit wild with the unknowns. I am dancing and falling. I am me.