i love being a woman : holly jo hackett {creative writer, ski junky, flower lover, and crochet professional to the max}

meet holly jo.
she's oh so beautiful. oh so happily contagious,
showering you with her love for life.
if you are ever having a dance party, or any party for that matter,
you want this woman there.
she will read any poem you hand her,
dance when you simply make eye contact with her,
she'll bake up the most wonderful thing you've ever tasted,
and give you a homemade crocheted hat at the end of the night.
she will make your heart light,
and make sure you are well taken care of.
she tries to eat you when she gets excited...
and she gets excited about almost everything,
which is why i love her to death.
she is wise. she is kind.
you'll want to be her friend too.

here's her wonderful, beautiful list of why she loves being a woman:

1. the shape of our bodies

2. holding a baby in my belly one day.
growing, loving, and sharing each others movements.

3. diversity of identity:
i love skiing during the day, and dancing in a dress during the evening.

4. our connection with the moon, the cycle of the earth and women.
lucky for us, we are naturally connected to our Mother Earth.

5. comforting and being comforted by a sister. like nothing else.

6. feeling small next to a boyfriend.

7. heartfelt emotions.
the ability to cry when i'm sad, and not knowing how to stop laughing when i'm happy.

8. long red hair.

9. flowers and lavender and small dainty dishes.

10. dancing.

most of all, i can say that my intuition is what i cherish most.
the intuition that only exists when my mind runs parallel with my heart.
the intuition which holds a child and cries for their pain,
laughs for their joy,
and hopes a never-ending hope for their happiness.
oh the love and devotion of women!
thank you for thinking of me.
i love you and any woman who has cried for you,
laughed for you,
held you in her arms,
and hoped that never-ending hope which shaped you
to be such an adorable, loving woman.

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thank you so so much, dear holly jo.
i included that last part because it made me think of my mother,
probably the woman who has cried most for me
and hoped a "never-ending hope" for me more than anyone else.
thanks for making me remember my mother more fiercely today.