From my earliest childhood I was always aware of the things I could see, of the incredible raw power that I felt humming deep within the earth, so huge and immense, so timeless, intimidating me and filling me with awe at the same time as making me feel c

From my earliest childhood I was always aware of the things I could see, of the incredible raw power that I felt humming deep within the earth, so huge and immense, so timeless, intimidating me and filling me with awe at the same time as making me feel completely safe and secure. I always knew, somehow, instinctively, that it was life, pure life that I could feel coursing through every natural thing, every leaf and stone I touched. I always realised how special it all was and loved, as I do now, to wander the countryside, listening to the trees' songs, watching the tiny and beautiful creatures that inhabit the air, simply being part of the magic of it all.

It was not, however, until the age of eight that I even began to realise that other people did not see and hear the things I saw and heard, that they were unaware of things I had so far considered to be usual, wonderful though they were.