Princess Summer Fall Winter Spring (YMCA-father daughter group)

Who am I to me?  Well the veil is translucent, but apparent.  I swing on the age thing since I brought destiny's storms my way.  I am a creator daily, and a multitasker.  It is not easy defining a personna, publically.  I step a step at a time to prevent falling.  I see what is in front of me and I try to be friendly even with the trees.  I have had gifts with people and numbers my whole life, even when life was in a major dip.  I would love to use the word care and love without a feeling of brain damage.  I wish to trust, but not be a sucker.  How do I get to know you?  I shake your hand and we begin a tey da tey.  Sucker or not, it is fun, and comedy and richness flows from entity to entity.  So much almond bark research leaves me honed, but dry.  My hips sway wider, but sensual in their periodic sequestering of moments.  I am ballet in the permafrost of Siberia and I create a herd of Caribou to sing with my movements and who lift me to infinity when through.  I sign in the wind and I find you all absent today, but I continue anyway.  I know my resiliance, but lack a true strategy.  I pull the hawk and eagle feathers near me, and all of you are left to bow at my feet, for you have no knowledge of that identity.