I was made to be barefoot in the forest, to fly free and high like the birds.
To walk wild with the wolves and come together with witches, sisters, and sages.
To move with the beat of the medicine drum that lives in my own soul.
To sing with the openness of heart and with the passion to heal.
To dance skyclad under the moon and feel the rain on my skin and shake it off with a twinkle in my eye.
I was born to be a seeker, a dreamer a wild woman, gypsy soul who weaves her magic with a flame in her eyes.
I was created never be tamed, caged or kept.
I was born to be me.