She can be as solid as a rock when she pours you to her in moments of uncertainty.
A platform for you to rise from in your darkest moments.
Her arms a safe harbor for you to rest your weary head,
Bringing you a sense of belonging if you have lost your way.
She can turn a house into a home,
A stranger into a friend,
A simple picnic into a feast.
She deserves the earth but is happy to make do with her close-knit community.
Her roots,
Her people,
Her family.
Her softness is like the early morning dew on a rose,
A leaf floating adrift on a stream,
A butterfly's wings fluttering in the breeze.
And she is just as bright and colorful.
Her glass may be half full or half empty,
Depending on her mood,
But she will share it with you if you're thirsty.
Her passion for life is contagious if you can keep up with her.
Her waters may run deep but be prepared for some turbulence if you rock her boat.
She can be stubborn and unwavering when writing a perceived wrong and you can depend on her to be your champion.
Her medicine powerful and potent should she decide to sprinkle her magic on you.
She has the courage of a lion if she is challenged or her loved ones are in danger.
Her will is strong and she can be bossy sometimes.
You admire her determination and may resist,
But know deep down she is nearly always right.
She loves all creatures great and small and wears her heart on her sleeve and will not tolerate unkindness in any form.
She is gently fierce should a child or animal be in harm's way and waifs and strays are welcome.
She trusts too easily,
Sometimes to her detriment,
And you know she is probably hurting but does not cry easily.
A little piece of her heart may be broken,
But she is brave and strong and despite all she has been through there is still space enough.
She loves music and expressing herself through dance and song.
Her feminine grace starkly juxtaposed with her loud infectious laugh when all is right in her world.
Names will hurt her and she will bark but never bite.
Her quick wit reducing the angriest outburst to a whimper.
The voice of an angel,
Maybe not,
But gentle when needed to soothe the most tender soul and loud enough to speak her truth.
Yes,
She is vulnerable for she is human,
But she will stand up to any bully.
She can be a phoenix rising,
A guiding star on a cloudy night,
The calm in a storm.
With the sharp sight of an eagle she has set her path.
It is one of commitment and she seems to know what is needed in any given moment.
If you're one of her chosen ones,
She will see right through to your very soul.
Perhaps she is clairvoyant as it is impossible to lie in her presence.
Sometimes it seems she has eyes in the back of her head,
But wherever she gazes from she always finds the good.
Who is this powerful yet vulnerable woman?
She is you,
She is I,
She is your mother,
Your sister,
Your friend.
She is every woman.
She is the divine feminine in all of us.
She is the earth beneath our feet.
She is the sky,
The moon and the stars above.
She is the most beautiful loving spirit and she is ready,
Willing and able to change the world one gentle touch or word at a time.
I'm Sondra Buckingham.
To you and all the women in your life,
Thank you.
And thank you for listening.
Namaste
