The old woman sits before me. Touching my hand. Holding me in her gaze, the ancestral lineage of grandmothers pouring into my heart.



Her patience, born of endless rounds of time and living. Love born of birthing and dying. She witnesses All.



She has been All. She is All.



I want her to teach me. I pray I can grow into her.



This is my first painting on canvas.

Original Painting acrylic on canvas 90x90cm 2014

She is the Light I am. I am the Light of being.  We are that.
I am dreaming, I am both within and outside myself, sitting by the Wollondilly River, in a reverie of such wholeness and peace, One with the stones, water, air, earth, plant, all of Creation, myself. Breath and sunlight.  Purity of being such that I have never known.
I look down at my body and notice that every surface of my skin, including my face, is tattooed with fine, intricate designs and patterns, all etched in White.
I wake, an