Hello, I’m Patricia DeSandro. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am, above all, a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. My family is everything to me, though outside of family, I have a variety of interests. I am an elder within my spiritual community and am devoted to helping people find their personal truths and hidden motivators with my natural ability as a clairvoyant medium. A former teacher and artist, and now a writer, I have sampled life on many different fronts. I hold a BFA from Bowling Green State University and have certification in a specialized form of hypnotherapy. Anthropology and sociology are also passions in my life.
I believe the key to a rich and fulfilling life is finding one’s center and authentically living from there, though it took me awhile to figure that out. I love adventure and made a promise to myself to accept opportunities for it whenever possible. Seeing every experience as an adventure is my truth. Having gone down roads less travelled, I have visited some remote, faraway places, stretching my physical, mental, and emotional self. Through that, I have had many unique experiences that have colored my world view.
Telling stories and sharing what my life experiences have taught me at universities, conventions, and events both public and private, has allowed me to interact with numerous interesting people. I have presented in many places around the country such as Washington DC, Maryland, West Virginia, Southern California, and several locations in Ohio and Michigan, including Detroit.
Spoken in Stone
A picture is worth a thousand words…
but words reveal the context.
When I saw petroglyphs deep in the middle of the Great Basin desert, I was fascinated! There were so many images and several were superimposed or overlapping. The people who scratched these into the rocks obviously had much to communicate. And many hundreds of years later, the enigmatic images were still there. Though I thought I could make out what some of the pictures were, the context was lost to me. I vacillated between wanting to understand and feeling like I was intruding into a private conversation. My imagination continues to run wild with possible scenarios. While that can be very entertaining, I know I will never truly understand the message.
I have always loved how words magically provide context and aspect while conveying an impression. I remember sitting on the dock at the lake as a child, for hours, thinking of words I would use to describe the environment around me. I wanted others to experience it as if they were actually looking through my eyes and listening with my ears, all just by hearing my words. But words only spoken can fade with time, unlike the ancient images etched in the stones.
These pages are my stones. They hold my pictures written. My hope is that you will be able to experience my version of the world through my words, and for that moment, we will have a shared experience.
