She goes by here as « the French girl ». 

I like how she put her tent right by me, the river. 

She is able to get a quiet sleep out there,

Protected by us, birds, us trees and us stars

Is she alone here. I saw her on her own. 

She’s got some kind of heavy footprint but she had fun dancing last night.

 

We can’t really get a grip of who she is, mysterious, loud and quiet, nice and boring, interesting and invisible. Little by little she seems to feel at peace, and I can feel her energy rising and communing with us. She’ll get there. She’ll get through it

Such a sweet little candy.

Reaching out for kindness and acceptance.

Can you believe she was scared of sleeping here alone in her tent at first.

Now look at her. 
She conquered her fear and I can tell she is conquering so many others.

Such a great destiny to come. 

But maybe she’d like to talk to us more and understand the secrets of our language, the spirit of the wind and the strength of the tree. 

She can rely on us to lift her up and protect her anytime she wants. 

I guess she’s shy and it’s not so easy to speak her truth. She’ll get there eventually.

But it’s weird cause she can be sometimes so much out there and sometimes so much within. She is scared people will judge her, although she is her worst judge.