This is the beginning, or shall I say culmination of many dreams. Ones that I have I discarded, and others I didn't even know I had. But it all stems from wanting to feel at home in my body, in my mind and my heart. It used to be that I was only at home when I was in the garden. Now I find home in many places. On a busy city park bench. In meditation. Over a hot stove. Stranded in the airport waiting for a delayed flight. Barefoot in the woods. Riding the subway. Writing by moonlight. At the ball park. Stuck in a traffic jam for hours. Believing in the magic of crystals or the power of nourishing foods. I am most at home when I am teaching and helping others to be their most inspired selves.