Destination Unknown

Yesterday felt a little sad. A little like I'm alone without my tribe of love. I guess in many ways I am, but I chose this journey knowing I would be alone-that's part of what I seek. Everything is new and I get to be a blank canvas, empty vessel, with my heart open and vulnerable. I want to find out what I can fill my soul with and what I can share. I miss my kids the most. I miss my dance sisters, sister and niece. But I know these are the people who love me wherever I am and that makes me feel not so alone. Yet, it is still strange to start over-especially when there is a little bit of a cultural and language barrier-this I embrace more than I mind  and it is completely worth the moments when I feel dumb for my sad Spanish. I should be better, I think, having lived in Spain and studied it in school but having moved to some of the least diverse places in the United States didn't afford me many opportunities to practice. Still, that's my own fault. Puerto Ric...

Flying over Puerto Rico with tears of joy 8-10-18 Where I was Last Week Last week I was in Montana living in a hotel room that became my residence after a house fire. My life was scattered around me, shoved in drawers, cabinets and flooding out of my truck. I spent the last two months cramming stuff in my closet sized storage unit and giving random things away to any one willing to take something.  This is actually an art project I did with my niece and daughter in my hotel room, but it's a good representation of what my life looked like at the time.  Today I’m sitting in a jungle tree house with a view of the Caribbean in Rincon, Puerto Rico wondering what the hell just happened. What happened was that life as I knew it five months ago literally went up in flames and something had to change. Faulty, ancient wiring: this is what happens when you neglect your house-and your life.  I had to get a life. Not the one I had, but a new o...