Are you superstitious?
“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace,
I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place.
For only through doubt does wisdom grow,
Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
Are you superstitious?
“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace,
I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place.
For only through doubt does wisdom grow,
Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
“I am a phoenix—rising from embers, soaring in fire, shining in flight.”
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
A century’s breath upon my skin,
etched with stories deep within.
Wrinkles whisper, silver sings,
of laughter, loss, and love’s bright wings.
Did I touch hearts, did I ignite,
the spark in souls to see their light?
Did I remind inquisitive minds,
how precious life is, how to make destiny unwind?
The hands that lifted, the words that healed,
did they sow hope in hearts concealed?
Did kindness bloom where pain once grew,
and show the world life’s golden hue?
Oh, wise one with time’s embrace,
did I walk this path with grace?
Did I serve, inspire, and guide,
with love unshaken, arms stretched wide?
If ever silence calls you near,
remember me, still young and clear.
For in your heart, I softly stay,
a voice unaged, a breath away.
With love from me, still free, still wild,
your dreaming, daring, giving child.
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
“If ever I had a shopping spree,
I’d choose a nursery, wild and free.
Amidst the blooms, so bright and true,
That’s where my heart would wander to.”
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
“No name between, yet whole I stand,
A story carved by my own hand.
Not one more word, yet still complete,
A soul unchained, a verse unique.”
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
“Don’t you feel you’ve wasted time?” they say,
But caring and giving never betray.
The time I have given is woven with care,
In souls I’ve shaped, my echoes are there.”
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
When the road bent sharp, and the path turned steep,
More courage stirred, because there were promises to keep.
For every ‘no’ that broke my way,
A stronger ‘yes’ was built the same day.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
My life is a tapestry, woven with fire,
Threads of love, duty, and endless desire.
Not one to wait, nor stand aside,
I live my passion, my heart, my guide.”
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
My notebook whispers, my thoughts ignite,
With my timeless pen, I weave and write,
As the guitar sketches my world in melody and light.
What experiences in life helped you grow the most?
When the nest felt empty, cold, and bare,
Reminding me, it was built to send them there.
Not to keep, but to make them strong,
To teach their wings where they belong.
And in that quiet, I came to see,
This was the trial that molded me.
For love’s true essence is not to restrain,
But to release with joy, devoid of pain.”