Nikki

“She has a fiery soul that cannot be tamed.

She has free spirit that cannot be maimed.

She moves with the wind and flows with the river.

She howls at the moon and smiles at the sun.

Just when you think she is finished, she declares, “I’ve just begun.”

Like wild flowers, she grows where she decides to push through fallow ground.

Like wild fires, she spreads with speed that can’t be drowned.

She has mystery in her blood, magic in her touch and regardless of her frame

she can be too much-wild woman.

She is not predictable, controllable nor the people pleasing kind.

That’s why she is called wild woman and can never be defined.”
― Mishi McCoy

“Rest:
as beautiful and necessary a task as any.
How else can we remember to breathe?
to think?
to shut out the world?
to not think?
to regain the strength
to take on the world?
to take in the world
with all our senses?
to dream?”
― Shellen Lubin

“So along the road those flowers spread that, when touched, give down a shower of autumn rust. By every path it looks as if a ruined circus had passed and loosed a trail of ancient iron at every turning of a wheel. The rust was laid out everywhere, strewn under trees and by riverbanks and near the tracks themselves where once a locomotive had gone but went no more. So flowered flakes and railroad track together turned to moulderings upon the rim of autumm.”
― Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer

“In the long run, the people are our only appeal. The only ones who can free us are ourselves.”
― Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography