I am not a soft woman. I am rarely tender, and if you have witnessed tenderness in me, you are one of very few. I am not a woman who oscillates when making big decisions. I make them. Full stop, with an ordinate and thriving will. I am a woman who makes mistakes and learns from them the first time. I am a woman who’s freedom and autonomy is invaluable, yet with the setting Sun, I return to the safety and warmth of my nest, in sync with the rhythm of Life. I am a woman who is frighteningly precise and efficient. I am a woman who dares to cull the crap. I sever like a Queen and dance on the bones. I am a woman who looks for potential in the carcass and builds castles from the scraps. I am a woman who seeks answers, but accepts when there aren’t any. I am a woman with a great deal of self-discipline but equal amounts of ‘fuck it’. I am a woman who despises being told, but appreciates being shown. I am a woman who shape-shifts in the fire. I am a woman who finds humour in the mundane. I laugh when I probably shouldn’t and cackle to alter the climate. I am a woman who dances between the realms and upholds the law of the veil. I am a woman who dreams deeply, and weaves the divine vision into existence with devilish ease. I am a woman with a brave spirit and brilliant, calculating mind. Wild plume. Sharp talons. Look me too long in the eyes.