In addition to this, she is a small press publisher, and twice weekly also facilitates meditation services via Second Life as Amehana Ishtari.
Her art desk often gets shared with children though. Her current favorite style to work in is inspired by Chinese watercolors. Her hopes are to eventually earn a doctorate. She is also an International Relations student, concentrating in Asian Studies, and is excited to finally be nearing the end of her Bachelor Degree Program, after a delay in her education. She has recently been spending time adjusting the contents of her kitchen to accommodate the new family diet. Her youngest is autistic, and her eldest has anxiety issues (some related to worry over her brother, some from other issues) and is allergic to wheat and cow dairy. Teresa Garcia is a 30+ mother of two special needs children. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. A voice for their Voice I chose to be Until all finally grasp their Eternity. I search for those of my race Though separated by time and place. I guide the other to see The waiting dragons that patient be. A vessel for the crystal light Shining ever with love and might.
I walk the earth upon two feet To be a path for earth and sky to meet. She has written poetry nearly all her life, and draws upon her love of nature and the intricate webs of life for inspiration. Teresa Garcia is a mother of two living at the foot of the sacred Mount Shasta in Northern California. Although the poems and songs speak for themselves, brief explanations of culture have been included, with a list of resources for further reading in the back. The poetry herein is the product of a Western Woman who has been heavily influenced by the East, and particularly by her researches into Shinto spirituality and Japanese folklore. The flower of a poem opens her petals to the sun, amidst a garden of other poems.
The Kami ever call for their Miko, and they are both within us all. The worlds of the visible and invisible mesh, and sometimes the unseen is glimpsed between the red posts of the torii on a walk in the woods, or at home. The world is a fine tapestry, ever worked and ever evolving upon the loom of spirit.
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