She thought he was an angel, swirling round her spirit; arousing a creative fire; igniting bursts of imagination and stoking profound inner realizations. She breathed deep, a sigh of relief, at having connected with one so astute in realms that piqued her interests; then as if daring her to be great, he forced her to open her self to experience a new perception; and glimpsing the possibilities, she didn’t hold back.

A spontaneous passion for truth emerged; transforming her imaginative insights and work into a receptacle of spiritual artistry. She believed…quite possibly for the first time, that there was no limit to what she could achieve; striving to understand and contact the highest part of her being, in which the impetus for pure expression of art and life resides.

But he came not, bathed in the light of life with a mirrored goal in mind, but rather in self-annihilation with the purpose, intent and pragmatic outlook at what he believed needed to be obtained; could be obtained…at whatever cost.

The vision of truth, beauty and ecstasy a falsity she would be forced to cast out of her memory; as this was anything but a soulful new beginning, as led to believe; but the start of one very long arduous journey; but as with all things in life, there are no accidents and chance meetings; and so it was left to her to sift through the rubble, for traces of lessons she could take away with her, while the remaining debris was left to scatter to the wind; the winds of change.