I am mother, goddess, artist, nature herself. I am light and darkness. 

I am the child who still marvels with awe and curiosity at the world – eyes wide, heart open.

I am made of love and longing,

of faith and pain that survives the dark, of courage that trembles and still steps forward.

I have walked through fire.

I have fallen into silence and heard the whisper of spirit, of myself. Guiding and grounding. 

I have learned — and I am still learning —

that to be alive is to be both tender and strong,

both wild and rooted, both human and holy.

Honesty is my compass.

Compassion, my breath.

Peace, my prayer.

Respect, my offering.

Openness, my way home.

And beneath every name, every story, every wound —

there is something infinitely vast.

Free.

Safe.

Formidable.

Loving.

It is the ocean I return to.

It is who I am when I stop trying to be anything at all.

So I stand here —

bare, breathing, unafraid —

and I say to the world, to the sky, to my own reflection:

I am.

I am.

I am.