Books have always been my best friends and mentors. When I was about ten years old, I decided to write one. I pulled out Mama’s old manual, portable typewriter, managed to load a sheet of fresh white paper, and sat there staring at it, totally at a loss. I had no idea how to start.
Who I’ve been doesn’t matter except to give you a feel for who I am now. I lived many years in Houston, San Francisco, the mountains above Denver, and Cuenca, Ecuador. I lived with husbands, children, grandchildren, and happily alone with furry friends. I’ve resided in a house in the ‘burbs, on a tiny house boat, in a 23-foot travel trailer, in old Victorians, on a gorgeous ranch and in a modern apartment. I’ve sat in circle with shamans and teachers – learned, healed, taught and led. Doing the work, I discover the path to my next becoming.
I live on different land now, on a different continent, in an historic city in the Andes. Cuenca has four rivers that run through it and I live right alongside one of them, the Yanuncay, where the tumbling waters, draping willows and eucalyptus groves feed my soul. The cobblestone streets and Spanish architecture of the old city nourish me, too, call me to feel how history and nature inform my human experience. The spiritual energies have called many of us here, and as the spiritual energies flow, so do the creative energies. The spiritual and artistic communities in Cuenca are rich and supportive. It’s a glorious opportunity to lean into the stories, poems and perceptions asking to come through me.