Some of my earliest memories on this mythic planet are: being held in my Mom’s arms in the middle of the night and watching the moon through the trees; crawling in the grass, smelling the sweet, dank soil, the soft, green blades caressing my face; climbing around on a gnarled, tree stump in the bright sun, its rough skin pressing into my palms; riding my tricycle down a hill after my parents let go, the wind flowing through my hair; seeing rainbow angels check on me as I fell asleep every night.
What has been the most enduring and true in my life are moments of poignancy and connection with the elemental power of nature, and the mysteries of existence. Being in relationship with the land—and all that is subtle and unseen—and exploring landscapes within and without, is where I recognize myself the most.
I know with absolute certainty that we each are so mythical and so vast beyond our wildest imagination. I know that we each carry a galaxy of profound and unique wisdom in our bones, our blood, our cells. I know that our hearts and our eyes hold eternal truths, and eternal love.
I am here to hold space for your truth. To recognize you. To reflect your beauty and your power. To be a rock, a breeze, a light amidst the currents and the turns of life.
