Coming Up Roses

Sometimes it feels like I am back-seating my own life judging as I drive. I guess that’s what happens after 47 years. Women, especially mothers, tend to lose essentialness to the world that loves them, needs them. Truth gets buried out of necessity or convenience and a new truth begins to form. That’s where we live, in this new truth.

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What if we begin to ever so slowly peel back the layers of truth? What if we return to the essential pieces of ourselves? Who the hell AM I?

I don’t have the energy for some powerful and unruly upheaval, nor do I want that. I want peace and love and good food and wine and the ocean. I also want me.

This. This is a journey. Get in, we’re going for a ride.