I don’t know where to start. Why am I here? What am I going to write about? What’s on my mind? That last question is what Facebook pretends to wonder in its status prompt…but I don’t want to info dump on Facebook. I don’t want to tell my story where people know me or where anyone can interrupt. I think I want to share things with the world, and on some subjects, I’d be very interested to read the opinions of strangers. Or maybe I just want to shout into the void to see if anyone answers.

If you’re here, thanks for joining me on this journey. I don’t know what kind of journey we are going on. It might be quite boring to ordinary eyes, and that’s ok. I also suspect we won’t be traveling in a linear fashion. We may jump timelines and change subjects, because I’m not going to plan my posts. I’m going to tell you what’s on mind, or tell you part of a story… and the whole story is quite long and still being written. Maybe when I’ve written enough, we’ll figure out how to create something cohesive. Until then, expect chaos.

Earlier today it rained. A soft beautiful slow rain. I took my robe off and ran outside in my pajamas, my hair down, and I just stood in it with my face towards the sky and my eyes closed as the rain hit me like a million tiny kisses from the universe…and it was exactly what I needed, because my life has felt like utter turmoil lately. I find a rain like that is cleansing and clarifying. When I opened my eyes and looked around, the rain had mostly stopped so I walked around barefoot in the grass admiring the wildflowers and savoring the feeling of the cool earth on my feet. The other day I learned the difference between wood sorrel and clover. I have both all over my yard. The wood sorrel mostly grows by the tree line and the edges of the flower beds. They have the most beautiful flowers. I looked for a four leaf clover in the clovers, but didn’t find any. I don’t know if I’m just not patient enough or if my particular patches of clover just don’t contain the genetic mutation required for four leaf clovers. I could really use the magic of finding one though. I’d get my best friend to press it for me in her plant press. /sigh I suppose I don’t need a four leaf clover for luck though. I believe we make our own luck. At least to some extent.