I walk at the crossroads, over bridges, in the well-worn gullies and edges of tradition and discipline.
I wander off path. Often.
I walk in conversation and collaboration, in silence and in solitude.
I follow in the footsteps of millennia of women who took what was at hand and created what was necessary: a bowl, a basket, a life.
I walk in the footsteps of first wave feminists, women in the Surrealist movement and women who have always worked in their kitchens and living rooms - carving art out of life. And life out of art.
I walk in the footsteps of bodhisattvas and spiritual pilgrims of every faith. I walk in the footsteps of millennia of mendicants.
I walk in the footsteps of masters in martial arts and meditation.
I walk in the footsteps of artists, scientists, theorists, thinkers and dreamers, citizens of the world who understand the Earth to be an interconnected and interdependent bio-system - not a resource to be ravaged, but a living, breathing life source/force to be relished and respected.
I walk with the gurus, grandmother and guides who hold me invisibly in protective embrace as they walk in front, behind, above, below and beside me.
I walk. I wander. I find. I make. I make meaning.