My name is Heather. Now was it my parents that named me Heather that brought about my flower nature, or my flower nature that urged my parents to name me Heather? Or was it that Heather rhymes with feather, and my soul feathered love flew through my newly beating heart that my parents came to be with my name? A riddle I will never have the answer to.
An old soul in a young body, wandering this world, exploring what it is to be human. To feel the depth of every emotion imaginable, every string of 26 letters formed into beautiful pieces of art. To not only see, but to become the the beauty of the world.
Here I will be writing about the beautiful and terrible things in the existence of my soul. The love that has a never ending depth and a place to write hard and clear about what hurts. Welcome, my dear wanderer.
Photo: Miesh Photography