I was born knowing I wanted to write and share it with the world. However, I believed the world when it told me to get practical and do something else. I never stopped writing though, and living a large and full life so I would have plenty to write about. Now in the middle of my years, the sap of my youthful voice has again risen through the vine of me, and I am like a fully ripened fruit just barely hanging on to tree and limb, bursting with ideas and words and ready to fall.

If healing oneself from a long and disabling terminal illness plus letting go of anything that does not serve one's life, including security,then moving far away and re-inventing one's life to write and live an immense and joy-filled life qualifies as an achievement, then this is mine!

I just put a book together of poetry "The Way of Angels", and am writing a book on transformation.