The sight of someone's name, should it make me breathless? On paper, online, in text, on phone? It's been quite a trip, this emotional let-down, evoking the feeling of my milk dropping down, the relief of feeding, nurishing my son. I want to feed my fervent emotions, to release them, to shine, to blind with the stunning glow errupting from my heart. Share my breath, catching all the way to my spine. I beg of you, let me.
Crazy love stuck mama who adores her son, pumpkin seeds, and baking. Pagan family in the Goddess tradition. Following the moon phases and celebrating the seasons. Trying to make sense of this world as it relates to my life!
I am a single mama of a 9 year old boy, and we live way up north in Washington, near Canada, eh. We are singers, artists, bakers, chefs, and laugh-makers. Come and peek into my world of chaos and love.