She’s not young. She’s well seasoned. Her internal shifting sands are real. She finds herself moving into her power but at the same time standing firm. She’s simultaneously light/liquid/solid gently drifting back and forth from invisible to visible. As light infuses her, she emerges from darkness. She’s bent on exposing her essence. Her voice, covered by millennia of silence, breaks free. Her being echoes her power and her truth. If you dare look deeply, her soul may reveal itself.