When I think of Ing from Tread Kindly this is how I imagine her. Face to the sun, flowers in her hair. Possibly surrounded by a menagerie of much loved animals at her feet. I've not met Ing in really life (yet!) so reality needn't shatter this mental image I have of her. And even if this image is worlds away from the truth of the matter, I'm not sure it's that far from the truth of her soul.
