She’s a girl who enjoys drinking dandelion tea, or cacao chocolate, ritualistically in pink flowered tea cups like it’s a magical elixir.. and a romantic muse who dreams of writing the most beautiful words and sharing the energy of love with the world so it radiates out like light from person to person.
She dreams of walking on ancient stones in ancient cities, and sitting in bohemian cafes with her beloved, hands touching, in awe of a beautiful life, feeling the foreverness of the moment as time shifts idly past
She often goes outside at night, to acknowledge the star life, winking above, and to know and feel a part of something much greater than what she is. On occasions she feels that warm tingly energy pierce her aura, in acknowledgement of a spirit’s presence, and it brings a smile to her face in a gesture of thanks.
She is the kind of old soul, that loves simplicity, and enjoys the earthiness of a mortar and pestle, and dreams of a wooden benched kitchen with hanging utensils, Moroccan tiles, colourful recipe books, and fresh herbs hanging alongside little spices draws.
She covets nights of reminiscing of favourite childhood television shows and romantic movies in the company of a glass of wine, dimly lit lights and dark chocolate – it makes her feel good, and in touch with the child at heart – it’s nurturing.
She is the type of girl who prefers a movie and homemade desert with her love to a fancy night out and dreams of sitting in magical places full of energy and beauty with them.. stealing playful kisses and warm embraces that make her feel precious and adored.
She is a girl that was born with the heart of an adventurer, an archeologist of poets, writers and bohemian explorers of the past. She imagines immersing herself in an Agatha Christie classic, whilst on the Orient Express rolling through snowscapes, and mountainous countryside too beautiful for words, and can only be felt and absorbed in the moment.
She is a giving soul, who believes the best gifts are those from the heart or positive intent. She would find special treasures in the sands, take them home, hold and imbue them with love and goodwill (inscribing messages or symbols) then return them for a chosen soul to find as their very own treasure. The feeling one would have if they found a washed up message in a bottle.
She simply IS, She is simply Me