My Wild Irish Roots

The woman that have come befor me have amazing stories to tell. I went home to Belfast in May 2009. I know where The wild woman come from. In Septemeber, I will go spend time with my mom and grandma and hear the stories that need to be told. I have been waiting all my life to gain an understanding of them as woman. Woman who have loved, lost, broke down, slept with married men, married a few different men, had children , lost children, were abused by spouses and yet still laughed and held secrets.

The masks that we wear

I'm exposing myself and finding out so much. In May 2009, I decided to get naked and lay down my life, my face, my world and my soul. I joined Facebook and my world blew open.

I hide. I like to be "mysterious", or I thought that was who I was. I don't know...... but I know: how to download pictures, gmail, twitter, chatlines, on-line flirting, internet radio, shopping, blogs, ......my new world. I need to stop talking to the men tho!

I have visions of gardens in my head. I have hit a "wall". I'm sitting here trying to design a garden to paint, collage or write about. I feel lost.........my energy is being misplaced. This is the best time for change. I will look at other blogs for my muse. Get my garden to GROW.