Don't let my whimpy background fool you. I offer you tales, legends, fables,
dreams, memories. I offer you inner visions of a being, a force, old beyond old.
She has teeth and claws, and she is not afraid to use them. She lives
within us all, and breathes through us, if only we allow her passage through
our hearts. We remember her when we stroke our cats, and when we lay mulch on our
garden beds. We dream of her sometimes, but too often forget our dreams.
She is the source of emotion, support, intuition, and pain tolerance. She can raise
the dead and heal our sorrow.
Allow me to show you the entrance to her desert burrow.
