​​​cynthia  spillman​​​

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I grew up in Manhattan Beach, a Southern California beach town, in the 60's and 70's. 
Me - red hair, blue eyes, fair skin; my true origin, some mountainous, windswept, foggy land faraway in the North.  Home was never home.
During my teen years, my sensitivity to place and landscape awakened. It was as if I was living in the wrong watershed. A great longing was ignited. I became restless.
For years I traveled, diving deep and surfacing, traversing the inner and outer terrains I was called to, most of which were wild.

Music, art and movement were my salvation.
When I landed HERE, I was home.  Here is not localized (though I happen to live in a place that is kin to me.)
Here is truth. Here is beauty. Here is clarity. Here is expression. Here is receptivity. Here is dance. 
Here is life.
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