May I be ‘with life’ as a woman is ‘with child’. May I contain in hope, nourish and protect…a container of transformation exists in all of us.

I step onto my 5th floor balcony and into a cheerful summer morning…my inner weather, however, serves something quite different.

I attend a bustling art fair and run into Grace, an acquaintance from long ago. During the 45 minutes we ‘hang out’ at the booth of a shared friend …

I prepare for a reunion with old friends, fretting as departure draws near. Have I time to shed five pounds or whiten my teeth? Score the perfect outfit? Maybe, but it’s …

I feel trapped in a small, dark place of limited movement and choice. I think of the caterpillar inside and imagine its cry…

… My unmet desire for a life based on the comfort of prescribed roles morphs slowly into an ‘inner odyssey’ of creative adventure.