My life has been in service of others, like the old woman in the rainmaker story, who travelled far and wide, through the lives of many individuals and many villages. Like the rainmaker I knew that real change starts with the harmony that I am able to embody. In my hut outside the villages, I continuously practiced to be present, to be vigilant, to be receptive, to know my own shadows well enough so that I could stop them from intruding into the in-between therapeutic spaces, to be compassionate (which means to be unattached but fully present), to be generous and helpful, to be patient, to be strenuous, energetic and persevering, to learn to concentrate and to learn to bear and forbear the wrongs of others. Only then could real change happen, that reverberated throughout the chain of interrelations of all living forms.
Since the beginning of my human life, I found myself in the arms of The Great Mother. She visited me in my dreams and showed herself in the poetry I wrote and in the images that poured forth from my unconscious. Her presence in my inner world propelled my life into becoming a therapist, a friend, a companion, a mentor, a lecturer, a yoga teacher and a guardian and activist for the preservation of Nature and especially for the rights of animals.
The settings, in which I worked, were the neglected, objectified and abused life- worlds of children and women and of course also animals and everything about nature.