As a child she was a glorious Girl Queen of the Raven Haired, with skeins of light pulsating beneath her alabaster skin, and shining eyes. Once crimson red lips always curled in a smile to match her dancing eyes. Always she moved lithely across gardens and over plains of light and rainbows.
So it is no surprise that now she is an artist, photographer, writer, dancer. Tossed into the fire, she became what she has become, smoothed out by cascades of tears and the yoga of an authentic laugh. She believes in a world where we all remember joy is our birthright. And love is why we are here.