There is nothing in the world like a woman who has her mind made up. When the fires behind her eyes catch wind, no natural force will quell them. No obstacle is a blocker, no crossroads a diversion. There is nothing on this Earth that can deter a woman who knows what she’s going to do. 

No godly creature more likely to empathize, to heal, to dole out second chances with casual grace. But the moment she’s decided that it’s not worth her time, no godly creature more likely to forge on whether a path is set or not.

Come hell or high water, she will find what she seeks, flee what ensnares her, do what she set out to do. She’s as formidably as the sea, as imposing as the sheer cliffs, as foreboding as fire. What special hand took part of molding her, took care to give her something not found elsewhere on our green Earth.