A long time ago on the side of an Ozark hill I sat under a red moon between a mimosa and walnut tree dreaming about the future, imagining a more beautiful life. Plans of world exploration, exotic strangers, new discoveries and adventures took form as I climbed barbed wire fences and waded in the creeks. My desire for new discoveries never blinded me to the constant beauty of psychedelic sunsets reflected in the lake or the fog rising off the river. As the years went by I forgot to grow up and put away these dreams. Instead, I always held them in my heart and took them out to look over if I got off track. I lived on the Gulf Coast, falling in love with the culture of New Orleans. I moved to St. Louis, and learned the rhythm of another Mississippi River city. I currently reside in Southern Oklahoma, on the border of Chickasaw Nation land, learning the beauty and energy of a new place of healing springs and lore. The dreams that I never gave up bloom wherever I land and plant them, as I live those dreams. I'd like to share my visions with you.