I have lived most of my years in Northern Ontario. Raised in the bush with my nose 2 inches from the ground, I have always been curious of nature and my role in it. I am drawn to the  bush in times of tremendous joy and sadness, at peace or in distress.  It has always sustained me, it has never disappointed me.
20 years ago my work led me to a family owned fishing resort and synchronicity finds me here today with an inflamed imagination and the stories of the wee folk. I have deep spiritual roots in the Good Red Road and much of what I write comes from that place inside of me and wants to be shared.
My hope is that my writing and crafting can some how make this world a bit lighter, that my creativity can spark  "what if"...hmmm. That I might give a smile to someone with the thought of weaving milkweed silk dyed with strawberries  That  making a pussy willow bed with lavender pillows is  perfectly possible .That if just one person, takes  just one thing  to heart from anything I have written  I would consider myself a success... that I did what I set out to do. 

My bones are tired but my mind reels and bounces and jumps for joy for things that flit past my minds eye and lands on the written page. Join me, lets begin the dance on the boreal forest floor, in northern Ontario, where i live.