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...
This is the story of a city slicker who freaked out and moved to west Texas to recycle a house. Names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Sometimes there will be farm projects, sometimes its just me pontificating. I will however always try to make it interesting.