“She appeared, tired and drained, slumped in the worn red chair and let her head fall forward. Nodding off, between wakefulness and dreams her belly swelled with creation and intuition at a wings touch. Then in the smallest space of awareness she noticed the golden bodied creature, too big to be a butterfly, to thin to be anything else, resting on her belly and bringing such deep healing and imagination into her that she woke up with a shock and was filled with a desire to create.”

Review Hope.