Mom always told me I was her ‘fey’ child, like a tea towel in the wind, never knowing where I would land. In my half-century upon this earth, I have spent my time exploring, learning, loving, working, reading, walking rural and urban streets, watched the death of loved ones, and a marriage end, and it changed me.
So in the beginning, this was about that. Yet at some point, it became more, and I became more than just my grief and sadness.
TEMENOS (Greek: τέμενος)“a piece of land cut off and assigned as an official domain, especially to kings and chiefs, or a piece of land marked off from common uses and dedicated to a god, a sanctuary, holy grove or holy precinct.“ [Wikipedia]
I often find a path through the middle way, the in-between. And I am attracted to things that are becoming something new, as one may find magic there. I guess my blog really has become my journal, a memoir sometimes, a place of pictures, poetry and stories. So grab a tea or coffee, put the feet up, and have a gander.