RachelExists

Some Period related cards, because if you put a face on anything, It is automatically cute!

I am from generations of snow

From foundations of reindeer and fear

Led to America on the words of an angry preacher

I am descendent of many, the “chosen”, the “deceased brother Rutaneame”

From Mound and Living rooms by way of the “Big Group”

I am from a full nest.

Settled amongst the dozen between a blond who shares my entire childhood and almost shares my face, and another with limbs too long to control, attached to a core of gentleness

I am the daughter of a hurricane,

Chaotic, dangerous, unapologetic at the destruction in its wake

Creator of temporary calm and beauty as the air is pulled away and the strength of the unseen fury gathers

I am the daughter of a buoy.

Constant, warning, withstanding the tumultuous sea with apparent ease

Always at a distance, never showing what lays beneath the broken water

I am from grieving parents.

Not knowing the look of unbroken mother’s eyes

I am molded by loss of long fingers, deep voice, long braids, shared art, wide toothless grins

I am a daughter, almost worth as much as a son.

Valuable in my usefulness and obedience.

Not good at usefulness or obedience.

I am from hewevees and the backseat of a red van with a door that falls off

I am from braiding long dark hair while that soothing voice reads out loud from chapter books

Surrounded by love that warms me up as The Dark is Rising

I am from comfort by the constant noise, together at the table for home cooked meals

I am from “aspartame gives you cancer” and real life butter on my popcorn

I am from olbas oil for coughing, arnica for head wounds

I am from getting up to work on Saturday mornings

6 year olds on the roof, and “don’t tell me you can’t do it”

I am from sledding through generations of snow

Overdramatic, too emotional, too loud, too much

I am one of the boxcar children, running the tavern, preaching from encyclopedias

I am from laughing until my face hurts

Always having someone

I am the alto, or tenor, or whatever is the lowest part

I am from putting on pants on the bus and makeup in the parking lot

I am from a stage, borrowing someone else’s world

I am new traditions and forced I love you’s

And I will call you back if you forget to say it

I am a Biffle, a third of Team Friendship

I am sister

I am artist

I am tiny faces snuggled into my neck

Tiny arms around my knees

Little bodies slamming against me to end their run into my arms

I am a pirate princess, face paint, wall post-its, craft bringer, selfie taker, pen-pal, party planner

I am love so much my heart hurts

I am squeeze-my-eyes-shut-and-wait-to-see-if-I-explode-from-it joy

I am auntie and Fairy Godmother

I am art out of garbage, party throwing, themed snack bringer

I am “You are just not finished yet”

I am looking and learning

I am heart pounding, wave crashing anxiety

​Disconnected from reality and myself

I am built of fear, but my curiosity is greater.

I am a fight for humanity.

I am love for people

Because I am formed by the love of people not required to love me

Or raise me

Or protect me

I am listening and seeing

Because I am an earnest mistake maker, who just wants to be seen and heard.

I am valuable

Without apology or timidness, I declare that I am worthy

Daughter of a hurricane, descendent of fear.

I have had value from the beginning.

I am joy and laughter and persevering hope

I am my own kind of jittery vibrant peace

As I am breaking free.

From generations of snow and fear

From hurricanes and hidden things

I am,