My purpose grew from a lifetime of doubting my inner voice, while I frantically looked to others to flesh out a persona, and the fire in my belly was dying. After my third ‘burn out’ and 18 months of silence and recovery, I took my parched soul to my abandoned studio and asked the Goddess of fire ‘Pele’ to bring my creative spirit back into my life. After many late nights and shredded finger-tips my ‘wild woman’ reappeared. They both asked if I was willing to bleed from my soul even more than my finger-tips. I dropped to my knees and said, “Hell yes! Now what?” And butterflies came into…