the girl inside | portraits of my wildflower friends
The girl inside
I return to you (children) full of renewed life
For I tended to the girl inside
I donned my blinders and headed off
Knowing how worthy it was
For a girl, starved, does no one any good
Even the most beautiful of things turn to ash when a corpse lives inside
Why do those around me mutter words of hate?
Why must those who starve the inner girl, receive gold stars for most consecutive days of staying put?
Would they rather me stick her away in darkness to gather dust for a lifetime?
Only to pull her out at the end, when the nest is empty and try to revive her?
This would do both of us a disservice
For I want my children to see me pink cheeked with breathless adventure brimming from within
I want them to know my love is free
It doesn’t take much to nurture the girl
Bits of moments strung here and there.Pauses of wonder at the stars and the smallness of you
It is a worthy cause.One worth the pursuit
A unique soul that was fearfully and wonderfully made is wasted when daily grind builds up walls
For anyone can wash a pot
But the nurtured girl can wash a pot with joy because she knows she is so much more
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Inspired by the brave women and mothers who take time to nurture their inner girl.
Photos from the Wildflower Reunion in Bellingham, WA