She is the shield maiden
A lady fierce
Wild as the great southern wind
With a strength that has been built from her bones.
She is the warrior
Her power is echoed with each breath
And a beat that drums just for her.
Her skin is woven of hope
Strengthened in her fiery song.
Yes, she may be a maiden
But she carries with her the flag of all the battles lost
Of the ones who came before.
May we celebrate her victory
For she is the rainbow.
The sweetest skjoldmø.
Yesterday was my last wedding for 2016 and I could not have imagined a better way to spend it than at the spectacular Baie Wines.
Looking forward to having some weekend downtime until the new year!
You are music, poetry, thunder, invention, laughter, grace, and chaos.
Here is the day
Sarah and Daniel
Said I Do
Just like that
Gah! I just cannot say it enough.
Baby thighs are my weakness.
It’s in the way you move
There will always be space
between the very breath of your skin and theirs
that feels like an ocean.
And so you bring them closer.
And closer still.
And it is still never close enough.