Welcome dear one,

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At my father’s death bed, she first came to me: a poem of hope and support. And as keepers of wisdom, phrases are sporadically being whispered in my ears - sometimes even waking me up in the middle of the night. Reminding me to trust life. Supporting me to give heart. Asking to be remembered. And from here, to be shared… with whomever feels the calling to listen.

 

For many years, I danced as if my life depended on it. I simply did not have any other tools to work through all the rage, pain and fear that was living inside of me. Dance, poetry and music keeps granting me ever-widening resources of support, and I feel deeply humbled to share it with others...

 

Together, we can weave a new tapestry of community...