Her parents always encouraged her writing and artistic talents. She was raised in another mountain community, which she visits as often as she can spare time and gas, though not nearly often enough for her wishes. She also writes quests for, and helps to maintain, the online browser-based RPG Dragon Hearts as well as performing website testing services for a website developer. She loves to text role play with her long distance mate even though she rarely gets to anymore, write stories, hike, paint, meditate, and play games or read with her kids. She finished her International Relations degree Bachelor's degree.
She appreciates patience as she gets the problems fixed with rereleases of older books to match her name resumption. She is in the process of converting all books from Teresa Huddleston-Garcia to Teresa Garcia (her maiden name) as she no longer wishes to have her ex's name on all her work. She is also known as Teresa Amehana Garcia and AmehanaRainStarDrago.
Just because she is on her own though, does not mean that she is "alone." Many thanks are due to the McCloud Community Resource Center, to her brother and his family, and her mother, for all their help. Teresa Garcia (once Teresa Huddleston-Garcia) is a 30-something mother of two children with special needs, raising them "alone" in the small mountain town of McCloud, CA. She has written poetry nearly all her life, and draws upon her love of nature and the intricate webs of life for inspiration. Teresa Garcia is a mother of two living at the foot of the sacred Mount Shasta in Northern California. Although the poems and songs speak for themselves, brief explanations of culture have been included, with a list of resources for further reading in the back. The poetry herein is the product of a Western Woman who has been heavily influenced by the East, and particularly by her researches into Shinto spirituality and Japanese folklore.
The flower of a poem opens her petals to the sun, amidst a garden of other poems. The Kami ever call for their Miko, and they are both within us all. The worlds of the visible and invisible mesh, and sometimes the unseen is glimpsed between the red posts of the torii on a walk in the woods, or at home. The world is a fine tapestry, ever worked and ever evolving upon the loom of spirit.
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