With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...

Wednesday, November 12


I sat under the trees and thought.

I sat under the trees and cried.

I asked for guidance and listened to a sweet whispering breeze:

surrender to the sacred dance of life and death 

surrender to the sacred cycles of nature

surrender to the mystery

surrender with grace and dignity 

surrender with joy 

surrender with gratitude

I sat under the trees as the sun set majestically.

snapshots from this afternoon