I am a daughter of the majestic Chesapeake Bay. I drank my fill of her and when I graduated from high school, I walked away. I did a lot of traveling and living in vans, tents and sailboats all around the Americas. Forrest Gump and I share an uncanny ability to be in the right places for all of the wrong reasons and we both came out unscathed, richer and feeling blessed.
I lived in the well-mannered, sultry South, I basked on the beaches and mountains in the Californias ~ Southern , Northern and Baja. I reached my arms up to that blazing New Mexican sun and now ~ I am cartwheeling in cold and brisk Australia, where in June ~ our winter is just beginning.
I came here 22 years ago with my scrumptious surfer hippie partner. In his arms were a quiver of surfboards and in mine were all of our worldly possessions in the forms of an infant daughter and a sunny three year old son.
I was eager and idealistic and fancied myself a pioneer just like my
great~great~grandmothers had been when they crossed the Atlantic to settle in
the New World. I knew that like them, I had no physical support system to reach
out to and I was still so ready to forge this new life.
Very soon I discovered that I had an absentee husband. To him, nothing was more important than a surf, even when it was the homebirth of our third child and even more shocking, when it was surgery to reattach our eldest son’s hand.
Very quickly I had to learn how to handle ‘stuff’ all myself; balancing doctors, paperwork and questions with one frightened little boy and two active toddlers; all so immediate, very alone.
Yet I felt guided by something far stronger than that naïve woman standing in a children’s ward blinking back tears… I learned that when it gets too big to handle ~ to simply let it go, to stop trying to control the issue, instead to let it flow. I learned to trust my instincts, to listen for key words and take copious notes. I discovered how to dig deep and find my power and gracefully move through the cobwebs towards that final goal.
What I found was a wealth of knowledge that runs so deep within me that nothing can steal it. An undeniable strength that would never have emerged had I not been abandoned by my husband. I found that the perception and depth that I had always believed in DID exist within me and that suddenly I OWNED them.
I dove into them and I found my answers, just by believing in me. I found that my home is in my heart and so long as I keep that open and welcoming, I can survive anything. Our spirits are indomitable, all we have to do is believe.