As a child, poetry was the code language that I could use to express what I really felt about adoption, alienation and my constant struggle to achieve and be perfect so I would not be rejected again. The symbols that often appear in my poetry, the universe, stars, earth, the ocean, are all metaphors for the sense of drowning, separation, feeling alien, and sorrow I felt, but I find as a grow older, they are metaphors to how we all feel. Humankind has been looking to the heavens and taking to the seas for thousands of years to find the answers to who are we, where did we come from, where do we need to go. So, I am one in a long line of explorers searching.

Poetry is also where I experience a deep connection to the earth. In my walking poems, I see, feel and hear everything around me and explore our human connection to other living beings. These poems remind me to experience the moment, make connections, draw inferences, and feel the spirits of those who have walked this way before.

The push/pull of the universe and the earth are the gravity that holds me in place, right here, trying to figure out our individual connection to all humanity, to our fellow creatures travelling this earth and those that give us oxygen to breathe – the trees and plants that have made this earth a hospitable place.