I have always written well and desperately wanted to be a writer, but I have yet to actually be one. I was born in 1952. I am an educator with a work life that I have heretofore allowed to prevent me from engaging in something I really love to do. I truly love what I do, working with teachers and students, but I also love to write. I want this to be a place where I commit to expressing myself with words, sharing that work with others, and connecting to the thinking and creativity of people all over the world.
I am writing a book, which I cannot publish here, of course. I write every day – often ramblings that are not much worth publishing, but I will put some things out here, just to share. I am more than a writer; I am an artist – watercolor, pastel, fabric. I have a guitar. I don’t play much. I used to and it is another thing that I want to do more of. I love music, even though it is not a talent that I have. But what I really needed to do, when I began this blog in January 2010, was to find peace in my world and in my soul.
When we moved to Colorado, in June of 2007, it seemed like an adventure, but I was so disappointed. I left all that I knew and treasured, in California. I had never known a loss like this and I learned what it is to truly miss something I never knew I had. I lived in homesick for a long long time. My husband and I held on to a home in Grass Valley, but the economy, jobs, everything conspired to prevent us from returning. In 2010 I reflected upon the reality that I had wasted nearly three years being too homesick for California to appreciate life in Colorado. I live in one of the most amazing places on earth and was not opening my eyes or my heart to see it and love it.
It was time to stop living in a place of regret. I nearly died, in a manner of speaking. I realized that it was time to be alive in Colorado. To know a place, any place, is to fall in love with it. I was ready. This blog is named to remind me of that purpose.