If Natal were personified, I don’t think she would know her own beauty. Her wild charm would cry out to the unsuspecting passer-by: love me if you dare, but I don’t care if you do or not. She would run, and not turn around to see who was chasing, or pursuing. To her, it would be the same thing. She would call your name and if you didn’t respond: she would look to the sky, and know inherently her own inner strength and will of character. That would be Natal. Sun-bathed, content but above all…free.