Life
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“Nowhere” Feels Like Home
It’s blog day!! I’m extra excited to write this week, my subject changed a bit last minute, but I think the change was imperative. I’ll save the original topic for next week. So here we go! As a young girl I developed most of my identity out in the pastures of a cattle ranch in northern New Mexico, my father helped my grandparents work to maintain and make a living for our family. From age 4 until almost 7, I followed in the shadows and footsteps of these 2 men, watching and learning as they worked tirelessly, day in and day out. When I had time alone, I explored the…
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Reconnecting With an Old Friend…
Hi there! Thank you so much for returning to read my rambles! You must know how much I appreciate your time and interest. I hope over time you’ll notice an improvement in my writing, because I’m hoping to notice a difference as well! Writing isn’t something I spend any time on these days, but it didn’t used to be that way. I decided this week, I would reflect on how I used to use this medium as a daily therapy. Looking back, I could have never imagined that I would go this long without it. After all these years, it’s time to remember the love I once had for orchestrating…
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In the Beginning…
In The Beginning…There was grandma. Everything that surrounded her, was touched by her radiant and gentle soul. Everyone who had her in their world knew, when by her side, life and love: was good- And truly she made life, so very good... The first memories I have of learning to create, start with my maternal grandmother, Elinora. Grandma and I spent a lot of time together when I was growing up, and fairly often we were making something in one way or another. It’s hard to pin point the age that it all begin at, but I know by the time I was at least 5 I had already…
