In September 1993, the sciatic nerve running through my lower back and down my right leg became so inflamed I could not walk.

A stranger I had been talking with about a stereo volunteered to come to my home in the Wildcat Canyon section of East Richmond Heights and drive me to the emergency room at Merrithew Memorial Hospital in Martinez.

I entered the emergency room in a wheelchair.

Five years later, I am teaching modern dance to a lady who has just emerged from two years of enforced bed rest.

How, and why?

My greatest motivator in getting out and staying out of that wheelchair has been a deep desire for healing, both physically and psychologically. For my life has been spent in the wind: sometimes on horses, sometimes on  motorcycles, and sometimes in dance.

As a fat child, I was taunted for my weight by family and peers, and sometimes deprived of food when hungry, and even spat on once from a bus. To internalize this abuse to the exclusion of all else would have been suicidal. So whenever I could, I not only dreamed about living in the wind, but rode horses. After my birthparents abandoned me to institutional care after an incestuous assault by my father, I met a modern dance teacher whose faith in me was total, both artistically and as a human being of worth.

Upon her wings I still ride, sharing the healing the Creator has brought me.

My hope is to share this healing with all who desire it.

For more information please check out the San Francisco Chronicle article on my site.