All is mystery and most days I actually prefer that.
I wander rowdily and create what I am searching for.
I find the sacred in everything. Holy ground follows me around because I declare it is so.
I am a gatherer of secret messages.
If I can paint and write and collage, I can live.
I have oil pastel smudged fingertips and chipped nail polish.
I fly with the feathered people.
I am a storyteller.
I have a way of thrashing about with God and my book about that will be published in October.
My kids taught me how to find my fashion.
My husband taught me how to find my voice.
I honor alone time.
I find self-portraits invaluable.
I get lost in books.
In general, I get lost often.
Let’s get lost together,