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Let Their Weeds Be Your Wildflowers

  This post was written last year just after Mother’s Day. So this is not a rendering of current events. I got very sick last year and stopped creating and writing and pretty much doing anything but trying to survive. we are now one year later and thriving… Peace be with you and thanks for reading about my trauma healing journey and my art.   8 years ago I envisioned myself on a beautiful homestead, perfectly manicured with a garden that is the envy of every home and gardens subscriber with witch of the Wild West dreams. I saw myself dancing in a long wrap skirt around my fire pit ,communing with friends, long wild hair down my back,( and of course a killer body, because why not) we can have whatever we want in our dreams.  I think it’s safe to say, we are a bit behind schedule. Though I’ve had glittering moments of all of those dreams sprinkled among the perceived failures it still feels so  defeating sometimes to feel that nothing is working out how I dreamed i...
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Convocation

  With all of the crazy going on in the country right now it’s a little hard to find things to smile about. When I got the message a few weeks ago that my favorite cousins from my childhood where getting together, A beacon in my world weary heart was ignited, and the glow brought a warmth to my spirit that has been missing for quite awhile. I actually had a different post prepared for this next release, but I have been waiting to finish the accompanying art installation to photograph and to be honest I got a little distracted by our many side quests. I have found myself a little to exhausted to get the drill out and get to work.   Chad and Fable have started a food business that has been going really well, and it has been a delight for me to see them both so excited about this project. I have been working on a website for my business and planning an expansion to my offerings, all while working fastidiously on a book while holding a full time nursing job. To say I have too ma...

The Final Nail in the Coffin of my Civility.(Who’s Afraid of Little old me, Heather’s Version)

In my life I have tried always to be understanding and kind. I am the poster child for “You never know what might be going on at home.” I have given my fair share of grace and more to situations where I was grievously injured and spent years trying to figure out why I was constantly being used as a doormat for everyone’s poor choices. I was always made to feel so ashamed about my situation when it wasn't my situation to be responsible for to begin with. This is about to be really uncomfortable for a lot of people, but I need you all to understand something. I am passionate about women’s rights, affordable housing, police accountability, and support programs because of my mothers story, and then the story I heard from my own grandmothers lips during my divorce, and then my story which is a collective of not only my own trauma, but the generational trauma I have experienced through the limited choices of the women in my life. If you are a traditional spouse and that life is everythin...