In the quiet of my own heart
I hear the whispers of knowing
No longer drowned
By the din of day to day.
Who I am destined to be
Need not be “found.”
It need only be stripped
Of its masks, costumes, and camouflage.
It lies fully formed and perfect.
Waiting for the veil
To be pulled gently back
By my own hand.
Author: thespacebetweenus
I don't live at the end of the world but you can see it from here! The population is twenty including the livestock and my nightlife usually consists of being curled up with a good book. I love to travel, love long walks on beaches, and a good glass of wine with challenging conversation.
I started this blog as a way of sharing my gratitude for my life and for myself. It's starting to evolve as I reflect on the work I do with others. Creating community is a challenge for all of us and as the world changes those growing pains have caused me to reflect on the things we all do and don't do to create community and distance between us. Navigating the space between us is our biggest challenge and our most important one.
I'm a prolific reader, love to write, published all sorts of non fiction and even submitted a novel for publishing. Stand by if I can find a publisher but it looks promising.
A mother of two grown boys and the wife of a game warden I have cooled my butt on every bleacher in the region and nursed everything from calf moose to wolf cubs. My life is an interesting blend of the miraculous and mundane.
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