Asya, you do me honour.

No retreat is ever quite the same without your sweet, elemental presence.

I can still see you dancing wildly to the drum beat around the roundhouse fire.

As the toroidal energy spirals through your lithe form, you are like a passionate nymph,

gracefully transported by the music.

We watch spellbound as the rhythm takes you.

In you, we witness true expression, unleashing soul fearlessly,

What a precious gift you are.

Andy