She rises from the ancient, golden pool, a vision that bore the mountains and sea. Springing forward, arms outstretched, twirling, whirling, swirling, as aromas of jasmine and honeysuckle emanate from the floral crown that adorns her head. Known through a myriad of incarnations, she is Terra, our ancestral mother, goddess of the earth, Gaia. Never before has there been one so exquisitely created. A beacon in a tempest of gray flint and burlap sacks, replete with turmeric, cumin, and sage, she spreads her flame of life. Golden-hued berries, apricots with honey, all entwined with exotic fragrances of kiwi, passion fruit, and almonds wafting in her wake. Upon each luxurious sip, she is akin to the unveiling of the Soul of the Rose. She floats, transfixed, intent upon the dancing of the seasons, as enduring as the forces that have shaped her, she ventures forth to a life full of promise.

notes by miranda thompson, vp of quality control