What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
Describe your most memorable vacation.
It wasn’t the place but how I felt,
Where worries vanished and time just knelt.
Barefoot joy beneath the wide sky,
And silence spoke more than words could try.

On what subject(s) are you an authority?
I dwell where thought and rhythm meet,
Where questions bloom and words repeat.
On truths that hide in human ways,
I guide, not preach, through tangled maze.
If there’s a realm where I belong,
It’s helping hearts make reason strong.
Not as a master carved in stone,
But as a voice that walks you home.
What’s your definition of romantic?
It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.
It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.
It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.
How do you express your gratitude?
Gratitude flows in how I live,
In every breath, in all I give.
To witness dawn, to serve, to see,
Each moment is a gift to me.
What are you most worried about for the future?
Not storms or wars that roar and rise,
But hearts that lose their childlike eyes.
A world too loud to hear the soul
Where speed may steal the human whole.
What makes a teacher great?
A great teacher lights what books can’t show,
Gives wings to minds if they fear to grow.
They don’t just teach, they spark a flame,
And walk beside, not just in name.

Have you ever had surgery? What for?
No surgeon’s blade has cut my skin,
But life has carved its truths within.
Not every wound leaves a crimson trace,
Some heal in silence, full of grace.
What are your daily habits?
Habits aren’t chains I choose to wear,
I flow with what the day lays bare.
I breathe deep, stretch, write, and roam,
And carry calm like it’s my home.
I try to lift where someone’s low,
Life is a gift each heart should know.
To spark a strength they’ve yet to see,
And leave them feeling light and free.

Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
I dance with the sun as my linens sway,
Grow herbs and smiles through each new day.
Reuse old jars with mindful cheer,
And carry cloth, keep plastic clear.
The seasons teach me what to sow,
Their rhythm guides the way things grow.
Compost blooms where scraps once fell,
And joy takes root where choices dwell.