This past weekend, I hosted an open mic/art show at the homestead.  It was an evening that had me enthralled and I didn’t want it to end.  A poet, a sculptor, a singer and a spoken word performer, amongst a few more writers and creative geniuses, graced us with their offerings.  It was such a sacred time that ushered summer in with profound, but gentle truth.  I am almost at the end of making a big transition that I announced last week. Thank you to everyone for your support and encouragement in this season.  It has meant so much to me and my husband.

In reflecting about the first days of summer that are upon us all, I couldn’t help but think about this past season and the direction of my life.  I wrote this for the Open Mic with the prompt I gave the other participants: We will meet the weekend before Summer Solstice to celebrate the changing of seasons. Using that prompt, please create something, or pick something you already have with a similar theme to share.

I want to share it with those of you who couldn’t be there before I head out of town for my annual no-technology week next week.  I will post some pics of the yard later this week, but here is the piece – Finding Home Sweet Home

After I was born, my parents brought me home. Home was a typical middle class suburban house in a Western Washington neighborhood.

The home sat nestled in a few pine trees with other houses not too close, but not too far away either.  I grew up playing in the street with other kids, and painting on an easel my mom set up for me in her art studio.

Although I was young, I remember feeling safe at the fact that my room was sandwiched between my two older brothers’ and my parents’ rooms.

Home changed though as my father’s appetite for a house with a view grew. He moved us to his custom dream home on a cliff with a driveway a tenth of a mile long. Our neighbors were senior citizens destined to live out their lives in peace and tranquility. Read More »