Years ago I took a personality test and learned that my chief desire is for Connection. Connector, it so happens, was also my top strength.

I’ve always been a seeker, eager to know and dissolve my inner walls. Eager as an immigrant to find bridges between my birth and adopted countries. Eager as an artist to build a community of kindred peers within our diverse New York metropolis. As woman and guide and gatherer, I’ve thrived on connecting people to themselves and to each other.

I am because we are. —Zulu saying

Humanity is at a juncture between stories. We are right now in the tight squeeze that precedes the next great blooming. The question is: Will we resist or will we re-create? The tide is swelling (quite literally), there is no going back. With everything at stake, will we write the new story for humankind?

It begins with me as it begins with you. I cannot be and do for you what I have not first been and done for myself. Only when I have learned to give and receive to myself can I come to you with this learning. And you to me. Then there is a circle, and renewal. I envisioned this site from left to right beginning with ME (the “I AM’ as Singer and Writer), and turning to YOU (as witness and as Guide), and moving together as US (in Gathering).

Evolution is an ever-expanding series of circles of me and you and we and me and you and we. Turning and returning and returning. Known to myself I turn to you, known to yourself you turn to me, and we stand eye to eye in connection and understanding. Shoulder to shoulder we walk and we gather each other up. Healing ourselves is essential to healing each other to healing our world to being healed by our world, by each other and by ourselves. Life is all the peaks of bliss and valleys of suffering. It’s all for our use and evolving.

In the same spirit, art is life and life is art. You are its master and its masterpiece. Saying YES to life is your essential means to both awaken and thrive. You recognize your guides for they are on the same path to where you’re feeling called next.  You recognize the call to art firstly as a call to self, and from there as a call to serving others. You dig into your past, your core and your wounds to transmute them. You sift and sift through every gift of your rude awakenings. You are RudeWoke. Your kin are those with whom you’re writing the new story of our delicate planet.

As our human family has developed the means to connect, geographically, culturally and technologically, the distances between us has shrunken. Curiosity has grown, and with it longing. The longing for true connection, eyeball to eyeball. True connection is gazing and feeling gazed upon. Listening and being heard, Touching and being touched. Reaching and being reached. That’s as true now as it was for our distant relative Lucy. That is living and there is an art to it which is grounded in this: Everything is in service to life and to bringing us all to Life.