When I was around 8 years old I was given a beautifully painted book called "Gwinna". It was the story about a girl, who had wings and played the harp. Gwinna was born to modest but childless people through the aid of "grandmother owl", some kind of forest-goddess. My childish soul was deeply touched: I wanted to play the harp and my parents were going to fulfill this wish! Years later I found myself traveling the world with my Celtic harp. Today I am a bit more settled but I still play, I sing my songs and I tell stories.
We all live our story shaped by the circumstances we were born into, the inspirations and the possibilities we meet along our path. Telling stories and sharing them keeps reminding me that there are so many ways of seeing reality and of living it. It is my vocation to reveal this!