
I am a beautiful woman, with a beauty that doesn’t wash off. I earned it, unearthed it, rescued it like a jewel in the dust.
My body is my home, my home a shrine to life, comfortable, warm and rich with treasures. Mine is the scent of hot spices caught in a breeze, mine the laughter that wings through the door.
I search for my center in the midst of chaos, practice peace as wild dogs clamor in my mind. I am learning how to persist and how to let go, am willing to feel all emotions to their depths and exaltation.
Both my beauty and strength transcend age, time and perhaps even this lifetime. Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself. Moment by moment, I create my world.
Submitted by Liz
4/2025

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