Clearly, part of who I am is a widow, otherwise it would be weird to have this blog title. ;)
I worked really hard to open myself to love and make it real, and it was. For three years and one week. And a proposal and a pregnancy and a wedding and a baby. Now my work is to keep that love real, part of which is why I am sharing our story here.
I am the mother to our son, who was born in September of 2015. I am in humble awe of raising a human. It is all-consuming awesomeness. To fall back on an old cliche, he is the light of my life.
I am a midwife, having the honor to stand at the "ENTRANCE" door several times a month, on average. My one close encounter at my husband's "EXIT" has deepened my work in ways I am still discovering; that I will share some of here.
Traveling makes me feel alive, and also keeps me humble. Exercise does that, too. I try to keep my senses and heart open, follow the light, and write. There is no inhale without the exhale, the contraction, so I do my best to honor that in whatever way it shows up. Drinking wine, watching shows, complaining... then move it, shift it, expand again.
Words create reality ... What are we creating ...
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