A few years ago Rye sent me a pic he took of a group of Cambodian midwives.

one quick glance into the crowd

...and there she was...

shiver-me-timbers & knock-me-over-with-a-twig if she isn't how i want to BE,
with her loving eyes, her capable hands.

WOOSH...up the chimney went my plans of being a finger-waving opinionated old lady.

and so i've cropped the pic to just her (by far the eldest of the women), printed it multiple times, sent it to friends, gave copies to the church girls, and now keep "Oshurah" (my name for her) in my basket of inspirations.

i wonder about her life experience, her BEAUTY...and who she really is.