I was born of deep waters, into a world of flow and magic. Right/wrong and either/or started to replace my embodiment. Into the heavens I went, to protect myself from the confines of religion.
The rigors of perfection took hold, although life continued to bubble within and break through my resolve. I am eternally grateful that Love slayed me through the birth of my son. I am still trying to welcome the grounding of myself into body and Now.
I believe that living is a process, an ongoing cycle of broken-open-weeping and weaving-me-whole. I use image and words to try and sort through, see into, and make peace with my living and dying.