I love light. No, really. I love it beaming in through the windows of my house. I love it to be the focal point of many of my photographs. I love to see it reflecting off of water and metal and glass. I love to see it shining through somebody's eyes. I love to feel it's warmth. Like a sunflower, I always move toward the light because I like it shining on my face. So it seems a natural progression that I would be drawn to deeper ways to connect with light energy. And so it has been in the zigzag path of my life... the seemingly disjointed wandering that I equally rejoiced in and lamented over. Long before I considered its profound healing energy, I was drawn to it. Fascinated. Engulfed. Blinded. This journey has been a homecoming for me. I am always following the light because the light and I, we are one.