I’m reaching out today, I want to know you, and I want you to know me. In a few weeks I’m starting in Community Grace with Hannah Marcotti– in an effort to reach out and connect more. with you. I feel like with all the hats and balls I juggle in work, and life, one thing I haven’t done as well with is making and maintaining connection with this community that loves, supports and makes my world go round, literally.
Of course, there is the strange world of Facebook social media- which even on its best days gives a onesided perspective of what life is in the day to day of who we are- humans, offering our gifts, sharing ourselves, hopefully authentically. But on more than one occasion i’ve had people say, “you have a dream life” or some such nonsense. And I snort. and laugh, because while I do live a life that could be seen as a “Dream”, I’m still human, with dreams, hopes, heartbreaks, and faults. I’m far more than this herbalist who talks to plants and makes tinctures that cure everyone in the neighborhoods case of strep throat. Thats good. Its who I am…and… I just came home from Burning Man, where I’m not an “herbalist” I’m just me, and in whatever shape or form I want that to be in the moment. Who am I?
I am a woman, a daughter, a mother to be.
I am crunchy by standards- my hair unbrushed, body unshaven, but I adore playing dress up, and wearing my friends handcrafted perfumes, and feeling beautiful and sexy like a lady.
I finally discovered that I can wear a miniskirt.
I like to dye my hair. purple.
My sink is more often than not full of dirty dishes, that have sat for more than a day. And I curse them. Because I’m just one person, and I can’t keep up with everything.
I rarely fold my laundry.
I cry every day.
I resent the fact that I’m in my mid thirties, single and childless.
I don’t get to spend as much time outside as I need, and it makes my soul crazy.
I love dancing, especially when its loud EDM, at midnight. or even 2 am.
I dream far more than I do.
I’m just now learning how to make conversation with strangers – but I can get up on stage in front of an audience and put on a show without blinking. I like public speaking.
I don’t open up much to people around me. And I feel lonely. go figure.
Sometimes there’s a snarky mcsnarklebutt party in my head.
I hate grocery shopping. I love cooking.
I learned to like thrift shopping this year. I think because I’ve learned to love my body, in all its curves, waves and rolls.
I’m a rebel at heart- never following the crowd.
I’m learning to let go of perfection. I’m a virgo moon and virgo rising. This is like running a marathon.
My spanish is still good after all these years.
I still want to travel to Ireland, Spain, and France.
I wish I had been born a cavewoman. And then, I remember how much I appreciate running water, hot running water- and a soft bed.
I still wonder where I’m supposed to call home.
I’m not a pet person, and I’m okay with it. I actually really don’t like pets, though I tolerate kitties far better than pups.
I wanted to be a rockstar far more than I wanted to be an herbalist.
Banjo. hoop. dreadlocks.
I collect feathers, stones, and handbags.
I can’t seem to keep a journal, (or a blog very well for that matter).
I adore kale salads, but scoff at kale smoothies.
I love plants, more for their existence,their beauty, their kinship on the land, than for their medicinal uses, though thats nice too.
I think I want and need a sabbatical for a year, and just lay in mountain meadows, bathe in rivers, and make love under the stars. And have someone cook my meals and rub my feet.
The best life changing things I’ve done are go to Burning Man, go to Peru, be a foreign exchange student, finally let myself be single.
I only eat one square of chocolate at a time. But my discipline around chewy colorful candies like gummy bears or skittles is zilch.
I eat butter with a spoon. And bacon. Yes.
I think my brother is one of the best men on the planet.
I’m horribly disorganized most of the time.
I love to sleep. I will never trade sleep for working more. I will only trade sleep for midnight dance parties.
Who are you? Tell me who you are, what you love, what you do and don’t do, what you dream of, who you are, besides your “persona” that the public sees.