Senta Achee

I look toward the expansive wholeness of nature for inspiration. It has always known the notes and rhythms of the cosmic dance, such as the leaf knowing when it's time to fall or the flower knowing to bloom in spring. All of nature is written into the timeless fabric of the soul. The pages in these stories are not meant to be read from front to back but to be taken in all at once, every phrase, every image together, suspended in life's endless poem.