I have stood with her in the rain. I have talked to her in a crowded room. I have eaten with her. I have lain on her floor. I have answered the door to her. She has come to open the gate for me. I have shared my thoughts with her. I have read her words. I have draped my body on this rock in the sun and allowed her to photograph me. Short puffs of time in a breeze, warm and cold, harsh and forgiving but long enough to recognise a child of the earth, a mother of being, ideas and actions, a teacher of a new attitude of acceptance, love and humour.
She is not unique, I am sure, but she is the only person I know who is like this and the only person who could have taken this photograph.