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I have always believed in God. Every night from the time I could speak, I knelt beside my bed, lowered my head into clasped hands and prayed to Our Father Who Art in Heaven, thanking Him for all that I had and all that I was and all that I was going to be. I have always known that there is more to life than what my five senses could perceive. Before I did not have the words to address it or the awareness to fully understand it. Now I  do. 
Mommy, Still 
​SHADES OF TRANSITION AND TRANSFORMATION

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Me, wide-eyed and pony-tailed

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I respond to Araminta when I want to remember the seed
I answer to Harriet when I want to remember the tree
Harriet and Me: A Distillation Through the Ages
SHADES OF TRANSITION AND TRANSFORMATION

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Harriet: Ancestor.

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She appeared as a vision. He resisted the urge to rub his eyes to make sure that what he was seeing was real. He couldn't chance that she would appear. Perhaps she was a mirage—a conglomeration of swirls pooling like mercury in a puddle of gasoline, or the rainbow that springs upon a clean, white wall when you least expect it. You can trace its origins to sunlight hitting the ceiling fan or the candleholder on a coffee table, and yet its emergence feels somehow mysterious.
Shades of Love 
​SHADES OF HORROR AND STRANGENESS

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Me, basking in the sun's rays

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​My paintings with Spirit.
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