I enjoy...

Tightrope walking on the fine line between the aesthetic and the concept, between intellect and meditation, between wine- and cheese-bearing pretentiousness and the rugged rawness of mud between the toes.

Dancing between realms of feminine spirituality, history, culture, and familial identity, as well as amongst forests, mountains, and other magnificent miracles of nature.

Clowning: Satire. Irony. Identifying unfairness. Flirting with the absurd.

Juggling and balancing circus, music, visual arts, languages, places, and ideas-- keeping them all moving simultaneously and equally balanced.

Contorting rules. 

And, more often than not, soaring through the air accompanied by only whimsy and mischief.