From the South where I shed my old skin of fear and unworthiness--I've painted my way full circle--to the East, the direction the Inca call the "way of the visionary, the place of dreaming with your eyes wide open." The direction and winds of the East also represent the place of death and rebirth; I contemplate what is dying and being reborn in my life and mind. Seeing an eagle or condor (with her nine foot wingspan) circling above invokes awe and allows me to imagine what it