“My veins are brushstrokes of indigo over yellow lily pads, a steady heart of flourishing green between Sundance and Moonrise. I don’t fancy myself a healer-
or a warrior-
or a scholar-
But I am music and mischief, forgotten melodies and whispered laughter riding the wind waves.
Woman of the wild, with thunder under her skin and a voice for singing amongst the rolling hills and velvet valleys-
Take lessons from the lily: stay near the water and celebrate the sun.”
©️ Pearl Bayou