For my mother, Jean Marie Breedlove, who brought me into this world and cared for and nurtured me. Whose Spirit believed that nothing that is creative is a mess and so instilled, nurtured, and nourished my creativity. Thanks Mom.
And for my sisters, Jeanne Litt, Anne Breedlove Eldredge, and Mary Breedlove Gray.
Jeanne, who while in nursing school would bathe me as a little girl with her tenderness and a fun way to wrap the washcloth.
Anne, who in her wild spirit snuck me up to my mother's bedroom to pierce my ears when I was six and also used to talk to Trees!
Mary, whose creativity resulted in endless buns in my hair for dance recitals and a scary witch on more than one Halloween.
And for all women, give yourselves permission to take the time to do the things that nourish your soul, honor the goddess within, and cherish the feminine in all things.