Stella is Nine
Stella, our girl deep girl. wolf girl. you were not made to keep caged all that is inside of you -wild girl Stella at nine your emotions flow out as storms, intense chaos for a moment, brewing, looming, explosive and then calm. It's fitting that you have such an interest in natural disasters. You love documentaries, stories of human survival against the power of Mother Nature. Like drawn to like. At nine you have been catapulted into the beginning of puberty. With it has come a new wilderness. You thrash against the discomfort of your own depth, daily. We have sat, laid, held, cried, with you. To help witness how in your own body, the chaos will end. That calm will restore. I tell you, after you storm, how these feelings are an extensions of a beautiful part of you. You spit back that you hate them. That you wish they would go away. Oh honey. It makes sens...