“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”

“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...”

“...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...”

“...I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face...”

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”