A woman’s journey to get back to her rustic roots:
a story of regaining balance against the odds.
a story of regaining balance against the odds.
Who am I?I am on this journey called life, just like the rest of you, seeking meaning from the things that I do, the people I meet and places I see. What may differ is the perspective, as all of a person’s experiences influence how they interpret and how they relate to the world around them. From there, we choose how to share those moments and life lessons which mean the most to us with the rest of the world.
I choose to see the light, the positive energy, and the natural never ending possibility that surround us. We come from a place that teaches us how to continually heal and recreate ourselves if we only take the time to learn. I call a small mountain town nestled in the Rocky Mountains home. Each day I wake up knowing that I am lucky to live here. I grew up outside of Denver and have spent time in Seattle, San Francisco, the MidWest, the Pacific NorthWest, Victoria (British Columbia) and Ireland. I know that this is a pleasant place to be currently, but it is not my final destination. Welcome to my journey, from here to beyond. | experience though meI feel the world through emotions,
Connections that are stronger than anything seen I speak to the world by way of written words, My simple way of communicating I see the world in color, Lights and darks, beautiful contrasts I hear the world through distinct rhythms, Harmonies, melodies, and bass that me on tempo I taste the world by a curious palette, a tongue that seeks out new combinations I have come to terms that death is inevitable, But that life should be celebrated, as every moment is a gift I am grateful for what I have today Because I know that it will not be here tomorrow We're never too young to die  |
Core Focus
How it’s possible to be hidden when one is completely surrounded by vast openness, or as some would say nothingness, I’m not sure. But this is the way that I feel. It is where I feel the most comfortable and connected. Connected to the physical world around me, though it is a constant reminder that I really am miniscule and relatively unimportant in the larger aspect of things; and connected to those people, those other spirits, in my life even though most would never dare venture where I call home, where I finally feel a sense of peace with everything around me.
Although I have an innate ability to work well with people, I have a burning desire to get away from it all. I no longer yearn for the city life, the everything-falls-into-place fairy tale world, the go-go-go of constant accessibility and fingertip communication that proves to be more of a burden than a blessing. I no longer feel a part of that world, to the benefit of my welfare; but I am not where I want to be. Instead, I am on a journey, which more people think that I am crazy for wanting to go to these desolate places and engage in these activities that require the most basic of survival skills along with pure intellect and gut reaction, the more that I yearn for them. I yearn for a place where I belong. I yearn for a place that my soul can breathe.
Although I have an innate ability to work well with people, I have a burning desire to get away from it all. I no longer yearn for the city life, the everything-falls-into-place fairy tale world, the go-go-go of constant accessibility and fingertip communication that proves to be more of a burden than a blessing. I no longer feel a part of that world, to the benefit of my welfare; but I am not where I want to be. Instead, I am on a journey, which more people think that I am crazy for wanting to go to these desolate places and engage in these activities that require the most basic of survival skills along with pure intellect and gut reaction, the more that I yearn for them. I yearn for a place where I belong. I yearn for a place that my soul can breathe.
