I am deeply, humbly grateful for the many, many teachers I have had in this life.

I am a mother, a ceremonialist, a song leader, a friend of death, a daughter of nature, a life long learner, a mystic.

And.

Who I really am is: older than time,  the end that is the beginning of another end. The wounded who heals and the healer who wounds. Who I really am is this life, another turn on the infinite wheel. But this is not all of who I really am. We know this, in our bloodwater that has been glaciers and oceans and rain and tears. In our bones that are the rock of the earth, mountains of molten time. 

Who I really am is a fragment of the unnamable, a facet and whole of the great mystery. Who I really am is the resonant song at the center. What are we all, really, but the wind of the breath of the one spirit that breaths inside and through us?