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Oh, that is who I want to be – a tall, willowy, agile woman poised on a hill and waving my arms to welcome whatever comes. To be safe from potential storms because I am strong and flexible, able to twist in the wind, to bend without breaking, tethered to the earth but at home in the sky. I want to wave to the birds and feel them nestling in my branches.
I want to rejoice in each season as it arrives. Instead of mourning the loss of my leaves, I want to think of them as nurturing new growth.
I don’t want to sing “I am woman, hear me roar”; I want to croon “Come, rest your weary head against my solid trunk.”
-Patricia Bernhold