Twas’ a cool and rainy day, the clouds were peaceful grey…the frogs croaked with glee, under happy rainkissed trees. the dreamer stirred in bed, with music dancing in her head, drawn forward by spirit’s lore, she walked through the temple doors…And kairos was, the moment blessed…a sacred move upon the quest.

A story-master driven by purpose,
delving deep beneath the surface,
connecting all our threads of history,
to gently glimpse the face of mystery…