My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts

My voice is soft, yet it speaks with guarded clarity.

My hair is like wool and is wavy light brown with golden highlights

My skin looks like that of the Scottish. Do you know what they look like?

And my eyes are turquoise blue with greenish highlights and become silver when wet.

I move with quiet intention—graceful but grounded, like a cat that knows where it’s going.

I’m restless sometimes, always tapping or shifting like wind flickering through leaves.

I’m introspective, like a quiet room full of thoughts. I love solving puzzles and understanding people.

I carry humor like a favorite jacket—ready to offer a smile when things feel too heavy.

Some say I’m intense, but kind. I’d rather feel too much than too little.

I’m drawn to history and old mysteries. I collect stories like others collect stamps.

I once played a piano—not perfectly—but with feeling, as if trying to touch the heart of a moment. It burned in a fire. I haven’t played since 2000. I won’t.

I’m about average height, solidly built like a tree trunk—not tall, not small.

In my 70s, but I still move like someone who remembers how to dance. Though, I’ve fallen.

My Art