There are many things I can say about myself, as poetic as I am able, sure – but truth is that I’m a rough, blunt human being. I work with fire, metal, leather, terra-cotta, and a whole host of other materials. I love to create and to build.
It’s been a hell of a long road for me, and I haven’t reached mid-life yet. I’m retracing my steps back to the now faded footprints of the healer after walking away from it, and I am re-learning, and evolving as I go. You won’t hear any claims from me about ancient lineage or some-such, as I have embraced my own place here in this modern world.
I am also an outsider. I’m always on the outskirts and edges looking in. After quite a long time, I’ve grown to not only accept it – but relish it. I’m not part of any ‘in-crowd,’ (basically, I’m not the ‘cool‘ kid in the class) in any aspect of my life from occupational work to my practice. My list of friends can be counted on one hand, but I feel rich indeed with my own house practice. There are numerous people who don’t like me, and… I can’t say I blame any of them.
But despite that, I always try to be open minded about things. I may be an asshole, but I try to be a pretty open minded one.
I am an Arctolator, worshiper and Spirit-Worker for my Primal Bear Mother. I do not think of myself as a wise-woman, because for one: I think I’m too young yet, and two: There are still things yet for me to experience, and live.