Watch as my divinity circulates through the hair of the trees or the chimes on your front porch. Refreshing the world of any stagnant layers after too much time has been spent disconnected from what really matters here. Allow my cleansing breeze to tickle your senses and bring your attention back to where we need it. With the rest of us. Us being anything with a soul. Fresh femininity blossoms like wild flowers around the heart of those who choose connection. Who choose collection. Who choose healing. These buds of beauty plant roots deep into the heart of the committed one, extending gracious petals towards the light. Towards the familiar fauna in growing souls alike. Awaken your awareness and see if you, too, can see the women of the wind at work. Doing what they can to prep and primp the world of what is necessary to bring us all back in balance. -KN
