The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
— hafiz

Colleen Canty

Colleen is a mixed bag. A CO  mountain baby turned Montreal city slicker, she's tried on a lot of images. Exploring identity -- that deep, mysterious ocean -- and how to express the inner life in external languages, hobbies, community and her current closet color pallet, can have her running around like a chicken with its head cut off. But on the best of days, with a whole heap of grace, this self-expression obsession has her reveling in the shapes and colors God uses to show himself to the world -- and enjoying every last drop of them.

An eclectic to her core, she looks for God and most often finds him: on the soccer pitch, running and mountain biking her familiar Fort Collins trails, in the snow at the heart of winter, speaking French and soaking in different cultures, traveling long distances in cars but biking everywhere else, discovering new music (mostly on NPR's Tiny Desk Concerts), reading & writing poetry, being in the presence of children, buttering her toast in the morning and throwing a damn good dance party every once in awhile. An Enneagram number four, a Myers-Briggs INFP and the 4th Libra in her family, she loves the diamond-mining, soul-returning process of discovering the boxes she's put herself in -- and then scheming how to escape them.

Whatever ebb and flow of identity she's currently experiencing, she aspires to carry the immutable heart of that beautiful, rowdy prisoner wherever she goes.