One summer many years ago, I found an unusual amount of heart rocks in the course of a month while housesitting at the beach. The first day, I discovered at least ten. Each subsequent day after that, revealed more heart rocks than the day before. That was when my personal mythic language began speaking to me.

Several years ago, I was emerging from a cocoon, a cocoon of interior design. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach, in the pit of my soul, a flower, one that had always been there really, it began to bloom. To walk on the path, to become conscious, is to acknowledge when a deep longing is summoning you….