A Sunny, Good Day

It seems that every time I tick one item off my list, three more things get added. So why do I poke around writing in my journal and on my blog with so much to do? That's the question I keep asking myself. And I suppose the answer is that my soul needs to do what it needs to do. It needs to share, to show, to record and report and mostly it needs to play after so many years of shouldering the burden (which was fine at the time) of being breadwinner, mom, wife and entrepreneur. When the girls were growing up I never thought of time passing. I thought we would be a family living together forever. It seemed like such a long time that we hopped, skipped and jumped across the country (before John) and grappled with survival. I worked as a teacher's aide, dental lab technician, secretary (oh, yes!) and assembly-line worker.

For a few months I worked in California as a go-go dancer (nothing exotic, don't get ideas - I wore a 20's style dress with long fringe, silver high heels and a Goldie Hawn persona ...) I made enough money there to enroll in college; that was when I was barely 21 and thought I knew everything. Yee gods, no one wants to hear all this. Shut up and get to the news!!

So the reason I am skipping with joy is that another dream has come true for me and that is that I'll be teaching in Melbourne in a little over a year. I put my call out to the universe last year and then waited. I waited so long that I thought the universe had other plans for me and so I adapted myself to that idea. I told myself it was okay if I was supposed to do something else. I have lived long enough to trust that way. Sometimes you have to put your dreams under your pillow for awhile and be happy with other things. You know, play like you don't even know their names.

The other news is that both my proposed classes to Portland Art and Soul were accepted so I'll be returning there; happiness abounds. This is what I want to do right now and I know how fickle I am; I stay with a thing until my inner gyroscope tilts in another direction and then I am gone again; quicksilver girl. Later: maybe a book.

Perhaps I've posted this old photograph of me before, I can't remember. But this is me in my hippie days. I'm in the magic bus that went back and forth between Portland and Arizona. I was a jewelry maker then (can you tell?) Ah, wasted youth and all that. It was grand. It is grand. Thank you, mother and father, for that night of love that ushered me into the world. I am so grateful.