In his exquisite poem entitled Desiderata, the late Max Ehrmann wrote, you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. 

Growing up in Virginia, I learned to love the ocean, the advance and retreat of waves on the shore, their bubbly whisper back to the boundless sea. I learned to love the call of the mourning dove, the song of the whippoorwill, violently, crashing summer thunderstorms that move in as slowly as they recede. My heart was captivated by the world around me, and I began following the inspiration to put pen to paper in the form of poetry by the time I was eleven.

After graduating from college in 1997, I heeded a strong call to go west. With the exception of a year spent living in Hawaii, Boulder, Colorado has since been my home. Colorado introduced me to the kind of inner exploration I am drawn to do. I have participated in one or more ten day silent meditation retreats yearly since 2002, and am currently a student of shamanic healing work.

I’ve worked in healthcare since 1997, and continue to work as a nurse practitioner. I was brought to my knees by a disabling illness-or rather "health opportunity" as I prefer to call it- in 2007 while traveling in India.. The profound journey to wellness has been one of immense discovery that has included deep introspection,  meditation, opening, plants and herbs as medicine, exploration of different diets, western medicine, and many alternative/natural modalities such as holotropic breathwork, acupuncture, and a polishing of the temple of the body and the sacred presence that abides within. 

Life and silence continue to be my greatest teachers. The boundary between the concept of self and other, and self and the eternal blurs as the source within teaches us about the subtler layers of reality, what we all inescapably are. That oneness, that exquisite vast ocean from which we arise and take form. To know our infinite nature, we must turn our eyes inward.

I am blessed to live in the foothills of Boulder, Colorado, with my beloved husband.

As the late Max Ehrmann said, with all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. I say an exquisitely beautiful world.