Somedays I'm beautiful some days I'm indifferent to reflection of that sort. Getting older with grace and wisdom hopefully. balancing work and love. My wobbly legs cycle over hills and random memories, invoking gods at every turn, shaking the tree of truth and colourful Dream time.

Really wanting to paint the world afresh. My truth. Reaching for authentic existence. Glimpsing the self from moments distilled and shared with others. Filtering all my curiosity with whimsy, love, humour and a devilish spontaneity.[farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4272115998_2837a5d93e_m.jpg]