To be in her presence is to drink from a bottomless well.

language is an overall failure. hasn't done our species much good and fails to comunicate effctively some of the most important concepts, Native Americans sum it all up when they refer to "the Great Mystery"
however, where language most egregiously fails, is when we try to describe just how utterly bad ass this ancient soul is.
a straight up jedi contact nija yoga reiki arch-mage goddess in our midst.

From Our first moments at heathrow airport, I knew we'd be flying high.
She's an epic poetic organic yogic atomic tantric shamanic uberchick, with a butterfly kick-beware!

Cascaiding hair so fair
Braiding a life of care and share

Often upside down
Could be a clown

Energeticly elating
Rather juicy, rejuvenating

Embodying rememberance
Of harmonic resonance

Channeling infinite intelligence
Into earthly passionate presence

Abundance affirmation
Imagination, inspiration

Trapezing Transglobal
Naturally Nobel

In her eyes the stars shine- local
The rythum of the heart is her focal

A flowing force of Nature,- Fun-filled Feeline
Scent of wildhoney, had better make a beeline

Weaving waves of awakening
Beautification and balence breathtaking

Ida and pingala snaking
Sushumna shaking

Majestic manifestation making
Her Magic - there is no mistaking


Wouldn't of wished for a more welcoming wonderous Wowman to baptise me into briliantly bizarre berzerkley
I'm so greatful to share Hunub-Ku with You.

I once met a woman in a bizarre wedding party hotel in a dusty suburb of Dehli. I wasn't quite sure why or how I came to be in such a strange place until I saw this wild fire flame, ancient bright light star warrior sent from the holy misty isles of Avalon, from the rising continent of Atlantis, from the Egyptian pyramids illuminating from behind the veils, and straight up from right here in downtown earth!!! and then I knew I was in the right place with my next of kin, kindred spirit, sister didi love, priestess mama seductress....i hope to see you through the long windy gypsy roads of life with the graceful footprints of all the lovers of light, love, and peace.

she's a flyin', back*flippin', time travelin', fireball jedi on a skateboard ... she's an undercover rock sta' shaman Lady in disguise as a normal-ish bzerkeley gal. back in the day we played in the stone house with pots hanging from the ceiling. we would fly together through the soft blue sky, swooping & soaring, dipping our feet in the ocean for hours on end... since then we've gotten into all kindsa trouble... i have loved her for a very long time. She is the smartest person on this side of the mississippi & that is a fact plus she's the hottest woman who has ever lived.