It has been hard work. The wonder is that others have shared the road. The awe is that some intelligence, some mysterious truth imbues my way. It is there. It is there for us all to find.
Women are our greatest hope for the necessary emergence of the sacred feminine.
I wrote this poem 10 years ago and I have let it sleep. Now it makes more sense to me, since faces seem to be the theme of my work. It is women s faces which I have been seeking faces to balance the men s faces so prevalent in our world. Few of our young women are connected. Few of our young mothers are connected.