There’s a voice. . .
— a whisper beneath the noise.
It’s the rhythm, the dance, the poem reaching out — asking to be heard.
I have to listen carefully. Because it’s never quite clear. I take notes.
I’m a story-teller — in the broadest sense of the word. I write stories, poems, and other bits and pieces. I draw and paint images. I teach dance and movement. I’m an integral coach.