Often upon meeting people I am asked what I do. In my mind the answer is, I create, I search, I love, I forgive, I write, I garden, I farm, I teach, I heal, I learn, I share, I march forward, and so much more. My verbal answer is that I manage my household.

Who I am is different that what I do. I am an artist, a healer, a mother, a writer, a wife, a friend, a teacher, a farmer, a student, a volunteer, an explorer, a seeker, a SoulCollage® Facilitator, an Airbnb Super Host, a student of Holistic Herbalism, and so much more.

It is my belief that because we are undeniably amazing and diverse Creations we all have the power of Creative Energy in us. All capable of great things.

In most of what I do, I am self taught. If it interests me deeply enough and or it brings me a sense of healing and joy I explore it. Over my life I have had an interest in what I call the “old time arts”,having taken several of them up over the years. Activities such as soap making, sewing, quilting, beading, cooking, animal husbandry, and others have been and are a big part of my life.

Being in the forest, on the beach, in the mountains, and on the lakes and rivers is very renewing for me. My soul feels bonded to the moss, the mushrooms, the ever changing forest floor, the horizon where the sea meet the sky and the fresh air. I enjoy taking a variety of art classes. Learning about and exploring color and how it affects us is fascinating to me.

Once in a while I work on writing my life story. After 50 years in this lifetime it came to light that my dad was not my father. In a very brief time everything made sense. The processing goes on. My intention in getting it all down is to understand myself and others on a deeper level. It is important for my children to know who I am so they can better understand themselves and the parts of the journey we are on together.

Finding forgiveness and a deeper understanding of my walk has given me an amazing sense of freedom. We all have our story, our walk, our journey and so much to learn within that time. To deny the learning and awareness is an insult to time.