My whole...

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Yes, I am an academic                                          no, I am not only that

Yes, I am a mother                                                no, I am not only that

Yes, I am a wife                                                     no, I am not only that

Yes, I am a friend                                                  no, I am not only that

Yes, I am a daughter                                             no, I am not only that

Yes, I am a dancer                                                 no, I am not only that



Yes, I am a woman

and I am all these and so much more 


More to explore...

More to experience...

More to feel and sense....

More to see with my eyes...

More to laugh loudly about...

More to cry tears about...

More love to run through my veins...



"The whole is greater than the sum of the parts." Aristotle










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