It’s a feeling under my skin - one that has gradually started pushing to the surface this past year.  It tells of love, despair, mischief, and adventure.  It comes from sharing, loving, losing, marrying, birthing, trying harder, bleeding, and celebrating.  It’s a feeling that tells of surrendering and letting go, pushing forward, and living NOW:  I am becoming “A Woman with a Past.”

When I say that sentence out loud, ‘with a past’ doesn’t drag behind the ‘Woman’ like a heavy, iron chain.  In my ear, it is melodic, the tail end swoops upwards, like a swirl, like a spiral of color, to show the vastness and bounty of my spirit and life experiences.    (read more and leave comments here)

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