About CSJ

For as long as I can remember, I have started each morning with creativity.

At four years old, I would sit at the kitchen table with a crayon in my hand.
The motion across the page. The rhythm. The focus. The belonging.

I craved that space.
It held me like home.

What I understand now is that it was never just colouring.
It was connection.

A child opening a channel.
Listening without knowing she was listening.

In relationship with my ancestors, my guides, and something beyond me, yet deeply part of me.

The process was the practice.
The touchstone.
The remembering.

This practice has been with me for over fifty years.