My whole family is extremely gifted and artistic. I've had a story throughout my life that I somehow missed the creative gene because I don't draw, paint, or write. I know, I'm blogging right now. It's because I'm an excellent speaker and I have Carli, my daughter, the excellent writer edit my blogs. When she's not available Jay, who's really good at English, does it. Anyway, I love picking flowers out of my own yard here in Hawaii and making bouquets. These two I made for our last guests. It feels creative and I like the beauty it brings. But even above and beyond that I am an artist with people. I have a gift, it's as if you were an instrument and you are, of spirit, and I know how to talk to you, touch you, have you move in a way that tunes you to your most harmonic presence. I teach you how to do this with others too so your relationships are beautiful. I don't mean a fancy healing, I mean the way you look at someone, breath with them, move, speak and love them. There really is an art to it. I didn't create you, the master piece, but I have creative eyes that see right through the valves, the blocks, I know when to chisel away, move with a breath or violently breakthrough to the beauty that is already and has always been the real you. This is my art, the art of loving.