…really, where do you draw the line? ———

I stopped looking, for that evanescent dotted line……………

Since I’ve always walked on it…
Even if at times blindly, or haltingly,
a silver thread, from the skein of my soul
guiding me through the thick, dark forest…

I stopped attempting to trace a fading line. Because as an Artist, I am a Healer, and as a Healer, I am an Artist. - My limin*arts suffuse each other, like watercolors on humid paper…

As a highly intuitive and creative being, there’s never been a cookie-cutter approach to my work, simply couldn’t do it. So these liminal offerings are indeed woven from the skein of my soul, and aimed, in loving integrity, at the purity of the Seed of your own Soul.

They stem from empirical knowledge… As such, they are an unbounded concoction, distilled from what has proven healing, nurturing, illuminating, or inspiring to myself and others. A wild soup from the caldron of fiery initiations.

“Initiation”, as experiential learning perhaps no training, book, or teacher could have prepared me for. A perilous, “slow cooking” alchemy, while navigating uncharted, at times choppy waters... without map, compass, or guiding stars. Honestly (I err on that side), it took a full blown dark night of the soul.

I learnt that nourishment,
and the way you set
foot to earth, flesh to soil,
…are Sacred.
I learnt to let breath dance me
I learnt to let my voice be prayer

condensed into matter.

I’ve traveled through the ebbs and flows of a rich life, maybe flavored as an archetypal Heroine’s Journey, spiced up with the Grace and tribulations of a mystical bent… While on that journey, often solitary, when nothing else worked, I had to face my own healing. So here, I aim to share powerful tools/practices, within the realm of Vibrational Healing and Creative Expression.

I offer them to you in the spirit of Gratitude for my own healing, and to empower you on the path to Sovereignty & Love, which I feel is our aim as evolving souls.

Hear the call?…
Then by all means,
allow yourself
to be sweetly drawn
by the gravitational pull
of that elusive amalgam
of soul & marrow,
that tends to bloom best,
in a liminal realm
only poetry, art,
and primordial healing
can weave…
I’ll be waiting here,
with a cup of infini-tea... :)

LUNA