No longer voiceless behind the invisible fence many of us know too well, the debilitating sting of a self-made prison: fear of rejection. Digging deep to drink from the well of faith, hope and love we have been gifted with here on earth. Coming of age and character: 39 years outside the watery warmth of my dear mother's womb. Forty years this July from the spark of my creation, in Love I come singing, dancing, and creating as one who is being set more and more free, authentically.