Her love and blessings
Empower and assure me,
that We Are All One.

No matter where I am,,,,

  We've moved in with my parents. Does that sound crazy to you? I decided to do so after thinking and thinking it over. After weighing and reweighing the pros and cons.   My daughter is about to turn 14 years old,  and while I'm content to live in a van down by the river (seriously!),  she has ideas about her future that require us to remain a part of everyday society.  I am commited to doing the right thing by her,  and I feel that surrounding her with the love and support of our family is a good move.  I'm no cut throat when it comes to making money, and I prefer to be  a part of a team. Single parenting a teen leaves little time for parenting, once you work the hours to make the money to fill all the needs. She doesn't have a Dad... and she's grown up with a strong connection to my parents. I'm very blessed to have an open and loving relationship with my folks. We've all grown together over the years. I look forward to learning more about living in community from all of this.
  My parents are currently living in a little central TX town about an hour outside of Austin, and they're about to put their house on the market. Once it sells, we all will move to New Mexico, The Land of Enchantment (and my MotherLand), where my daughter will go to high school in a tiny town. She belongs to the Class of 2012 !! Isn't that a trip?

Okay... so I know I haven't made a blog entry in a long time. It's felt  a little hard to communicate my feelings and experiences since right before my birthday in November. I had an amazing birthday, by the way. I received the tremendous gift of a laptop computer!! From my sisters in Asheville, who sent me on my way with a whole new skillset and bag of shiny new  tools. Love and Gratitude to the Womben of Asheville, NC. I hope to write more about them and the change their energies brought in me, in the future.
  And while Asheville was a beautiful place full of loving arms and hearts, it feels good to be Homeward Bound.  New Mexico has been aim for a few years now. Hurricane Katrina woke me up and pulled me south from MN a little over a year ago, and now here I sit in  TX. So much water has gone under the bridge, and through the levees, and down the mountains since then, that it's hard to believe that only a little over a year has passed. I am re-connecting with my roots. The very roots that I grew within as a child, so that I might be who I AM today.

That's what's going on with me in fairly abbreviated form. More blogging will be coming I hope.  Updates at least. This tiny town has only dial up internet available for now....  and I'm going to be working with/for my dad in the coming weeks.
It's yet another fresh start. Breathing deeply, I step forward.

Happy New Year everyone.
We Are So Blessed!

The image is from a project my daughter did in Kindergarten. Such a sweetface!!

Kahlil Gibran wrote these words..

" The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. "

I think of those words every time  it hurts and echoes and aches within the damp cool caves of my memory.  My past is fuzzy, as I prefer to be here now. Memories often suprise me.
Sometimes all I can remember is that I made it through. I got out alive, and I learned how to never have to do it like that again. No. Not like that.
Other times I remember  in vibrant color and detail, the way that I made the same painfully
obvious (in hindsight of course) mistakes again and again... wearing down a spiral path to the very same empty result, over and over again.
I remember the tears. Or at least a lot of them. I remember how their saline truth brought cool and soothing proof of my own regenerative power.