Staring in shallow water and seeing the life that was living there: huge water beetles, water flees, larvae, little plants, other water creatures I do not know the name of. I found it a world so wondrous, so sacred and such a real fairytale. The mystery of life was played out in a shallow pool. I was a happy eight year old.

I’m a happy woman now, having had these memories of wild nature, of sunlight dancing with the rippled water, of scurrying small animals among plants, of the dark and damp swamp close to my home, where white chaliced flowers absorbing all the light shone like little lanterns in the dusk of mysterious trees.

Wild nature is in me, those images that fed my soul are there. I danced with them, and if I take away the veils that cloak my sacred self, I dance now too.