I have traveled far and wide in my time,...How I ended up here is something I ask myself regularly.
Once young and Beautiful, I am now Crone, more than a Half Century Old. Yet, I remain an Artist (MA), a Mother (of 1), and Historical Reenactor (37 years).
I moved to the country long ago, to heal from the madness,... to raise my daughter without fear. A small parcel of land, in the Back Woods of Ontario. It's back to basics; winter wood, goat milking, free range eggs, etc., subsistence farming, a lot of elbow grease, blood, sweat & tears.
No dishwasher, no A/C, no TV, no Cell phone, no Tweets. I "converse", yes, actually speak to people. So if you "Follow", expect an honest t'goodness exchange, a "Conversation", I want to know your mind.
My daughter is grown now, a Person first, not defined by her gender, but by her deeds.
My creative spirit is a beast who, when unleashed, dominates my entire being.
It has been sleeping, hidden away,...It stirs now, wakening, sniffing the air, catching a scent, ... There is something a foot.