Painting isn’t my expertise... it’s what happens when I feel too much.
She Walks Where Shadows Meet the Golden Light
barefooteach step a vow… grounded, alive, unshaken.
her breath commandslike a spell of remembrance.
guardian of the liminal,
huntress of piercing truth,
she never waits to be named
she arrives - fierce, whole, and free.
with arrows tipped in intuition,
she tracks the soul’s wild longing,
protector of the young,
avenger of the wronged,
companion to the silentshe speaks what was once swallowed.
she charges barefoot toward her becoming,
and remembers her powernot through conquest
but by refusing to be caged
She is the ‘Artemis’ in me and you
not a myth, but an ancient memory
who finally dares to rise
rooted and free...
just before you remember who you truly are.
I started this piece while my mom was on her death bed. Yet I knew nothing about it. A part of me died with her. But a new one emerged!
And now she walks where shadows meet the golden light!
