She is the woman Also Known as Hope

In another life, her name was Hope

She is the passion of the piano and the simplicity of a woodwind in a movement of nature's "inspiration" symphony

She is shades of green - the spark of fire in emerald, the tranquility and mystery of forest, the playfulness of sea foam, and the depths of Jade.

She has walked the paths of the Romans, her voice joining with the echoes captured in marble and stone

She is the daughter of Bastet, nurturing, creating, loving, and pregnant with inspiration and imagination; She shares her life with Artemis and nature aplenty

She looks fear and challenge straight on, and smiles... a hint of a sparkle playing in the depth of brown eyes


She has flown amidst the stars, gathered around the Seanchai, been enchanted by the Cliffs of Moher, And has forged her own path finding treasures along the way


Her steps have echoed through time, clicked in the White House, padded through the Pentagon, whispered down forest paths softened with pine needles and leaves, crunched the crystals of snow, tickled the desert sands, and danced along the waters edge flirting with the waves.

She is the sensual side of the unexpected and the playful side of consistent; The woman who treasures you, supports, you, and finds the kid inside ready to laugh and play

She is friend, lover, companion, partner, confidante, mother; She is the devil’s advocate, the pragmatist, the believer in dreams, the risk taker, and the safe harbor; the haven in which one is home and accepted and loved regardless

She is the summer’s juiciest peach and Thailand’s hottest chili

She understands the power of words; as sword, as salve, as banter, as inspiration, as seduction


The natural and the unspoken, she appreciates silence – the whisper of the wind through the leaves, and the soft timber of the falling rain


She sees with heart and soul over eyes and embraces with body and mind


Words flowing from page to page, she is a mystery who is a work in progress, the chapters yet to be written


The world is her classroom; its people her teacher; and she lives to learn what is offered


She is curves and waves and the elegance of line and form


She is the woman once known as Hope

This was a delightful challenge – and a kind of birthday present to myself as I can write about many things easily, but writing or talking about myself in this way is a stretch – one I embraced. Thank you to Lori for inspiring this post with her Woman with the Panther Tatoo post– and Thank you to Lori and Sara for their input

*Picture from Egyptian Supreme Council of Antiquities as seen in the National Geographic.