Fatherly Love

Father's be kind to your daughters
You are the stewards of their hearts
The way you look at her
Receive her and
Handle her heart
Will be indelible
She will carry this with her
In her most intimate relationships
Be kind
Be mindful
She is yours to treasure
Nurture her
Protect her
Make her feel special
Help her feel secure
You are the steward of her heart
Don't break it...
You will need her someday
A broken heart
Can NOT heal a
Broken relationship.

SELF-LOVE

It’s time to put me first

What does that look like?

What does that mean, for a people pleaser?

It means saying NO to others without apology

It means saying YES to ME and MY goals

MY LIFE depends on it

I was made for greatness

I have to cultivate it

Nurture it

Recognize it

Only I can

So I DON’T feel bad about putting ME FIRST

NO

ONE

ELSE

WILL

Loving self is NOT hating others

It’s PRESERVATION

Beautiful

Beautiful
Inside & Out
Powerful
Full of light
Brilliant
Humble
&
Foine
You
are on my
Mind

Dawny B

Daydreaming...

Daydreaming...

You make me smile

Inspire me

Make me feel free

I find my creativity

Butterflies

Breeze

Fresh air

Not a care

Barefoot

Sandy feet

Cool water

Refreshing

I

Feel

Alive

Daydreaming

of

YOU

Dawny B

Love

Love...
Hurts
Confuses
Gives you butterflies
Makes you cry
Question
Doubt
Shout
Scream
Make you mean
What does it all mean
Then you deny
Tell little lies
Forgive
"Forget"
Like
Love
Repeat...

Who is that girl...

Who is that girl
Behind those eyes
Eyes that smile
That beckon you
What is her story
Who is that girl
Behind those eyes
Eyes that cry
Does she feel valued
Can she be replaced
Who is that girl
Behind those eyes  
Eyes that look lonely
Does she have a purpose
Is she lost and confused
Who is that girl
Behind those eyes
Eyes that search
Looking for comfort
and intimacy
Somewhere to feel free
Just to be
Reflective
Introspective
Not neglected
Who is that girl
Behind those eyes
Eyes that need
To search within
To find the answer
Because only she knows
Who that girl IS
Behind those eyes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes I cry
When I look at dancers
I wonder why
When I look at dancers
So graceful
Disciplined    
and smooth
I love to watch them move
But I get overwhelmed with tears
When I look at dancers
Is there a need in me
I've forgotten to feed
It's like a part of me wants to be freed
I often cry when I look at dancers
I wonder why
When I look at dancers
Maybe...
In my heart
I
Am
A
Dancer...