Barefoot and free, her wind tangled itself into wind swept curls, her Moroccan purse a mixture of essential oils and garden seeds.
As we navigate tumultuous times let our compass be the unified spirit of strong women, every ethnicity, stitched together to create a sail that can endure the strongest winds of change.
I grew up in the 70's, my mom had a gypsy soul which meant she had a hunger for adventure. We traveled to Europe with little money, sleeping in tents, or floors of strangers we met along the way. It taught me to see beyond, to a bigger world where people ate odd foods and spoke in a language I didn't understand, yet on some level I did understand because as a child the barriers of ego and opinion had not yet been built.
Mom and me on some Greek island, next to our tent, with a Greek fisherman's boy we met.
Because I grew up in an era of macrame plants and driftwood I didn't think it was cool, but now I do! I've come to embrace the boho surroundings of my childhood, but with a fresh twist (white walls for instance, instead of wood paneled walls.