She is earth; nurturing those near her with a full heart. Hers is the fabled hearth of home you are thinking of when you long to go home. She is the landscape of rural Ontario with the deep comforting violet of its expansive night skies. Her laugh is the murmur of the woodlot brook and the sigh of the end of day scrape of the porch chair. She dwells in the quiet balance and pride of good hard work and the prickliness of hay on sweaty legs. She leads and guides from a deep well of faith and intuition, and chooses direction with a compass that points to integrity, always.