As many in their elected and some in their preordained seats continue to suffer from imposture syndrome these days, I find refuge in the wild. She blows me away every time. It’s her majesty again, Queen Anne’s Lace is omnipresent around these parts. She knows her worth, even in this stage of her life cycle. She isn’t capable of rationalizing, instead she feels a deeper trust within herself for wisdom and allows for her life cycles to run their course. In this stage she’s absorbing all her multi-dimensional layers of life, choosing to tune into nourishment. It’s inspiring how she doesn’t limit her potential, how charming she looks while she curls inward and flows within her purposeful rhythm knowing that her melioration isn’t far nor absolute. Be graceful with yourself, please.