WELCOME TO MY WORLD
Commit to the Pursuit of the Passionate Life
The seasoned Woman is spicy. She has been marinated in life experience, like a complex wine. She can be alternately sweet, tart, sparkling & mellow. She can be maternal & playful. Assured, alluring & resourceful. The seasoned woman knows who she is. She is committed to living fully and passionalely in the second half of her life. The seasoned woman is open to love, dating, new dreams, exploring spirituality and revitalizing their relationships as never before. They are rediscovering who they are or who they set out to be before they became wrapped up in the rules of their first adulthood when their primary focus was on nurturing children, husband, careers or all three.
What a Seasoned Woman Offers:
A what the hell, life is short attitude
The ability to talk abt anything
No ticking time clock or toddlers underfoot
A knowledge of what she wants in a good man & good lover
What a Seasoned Woman Wants
Romance, fun, flirting, and to be cherished
Mutual pleasure with an emotional connection
Not to be tied down
Men who are not threatened by her abilities or accomplishments
She wants to dance in life!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
she is at the trainer's right now. She is
quite the horse. All she wants to do is run.
She has reining and roping blood lines and is one fast lady. She is actually a little more horse that I want and I will be looking at getting rid of her before my move to Virginia. Susie needs a job to do constantly. She loves to work. She is a beautiful girl with her curly black mane and tail and the dorsal stripe and the tiger striping on her legs.
Yesterday was a really good day. My friend from North Carolina emailed me yesterday asking if I was packed yet. I do believe that she is now real serious about having me come and intern for the summer with her on her homestead. Oh what fun! Lot's of work but I love that, and what I can learn from her. As I said before, She does it all. She makes all kinds of bread, she makes butter, chevre, cottage cheese, has all her own milk, eggs, makes mozzarella, has a garden to die for, she cans everything, and what she can't can she dehydrates
So I am really excited about the possibility. I want to renovate my camper so that I can take it with me and live there part time and go back and forth between North Carolina and Virginia. The anticipation and the wait are just killing me especially since we are almost butt deep and 20 degrees as the high here in Michigan. I will miss the life that I planned here more than anyone will ever know but it is time to move on when you are no longer appreciated. So off
I go to the land of milk and honey, and cheese, and homemade bread. I hear the pounds doing a high five already! Darn them!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
This is a picture of my garden on the centennial farm that I built from scratch. Very rustic don't ya think?
Seems like I have started over so many times in my life probably because I have been searching for something. I have made a lot of mistakes and have been so taken advantage of, trusted and believed in people who didn't deserve me and yet I have learned so much but I still wouldn't go back and do it all over again.
Here is a little poem that a friend who knows what I am going through just sent to me. I love it!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Anyway, time just seems to fly by anymore. I am grateful for everyday even as I sometimes just drudge ahead. I am grateful that I still have my parents. My Dad has always been one of the most hardworking resourceful people that I know. Good thing is that he doesn't get around like he used to (makes it harder to catch me now-still gotta watch his aim though!).
And then there is my Mom. We spent a lot of years apart emotionally and there were times that I thought that things would never change and that we would never be close but thank goodness that we both grew up and realized that old wounds needed to heal and quicker than you can shake a stick, we had mended many years of hurt and estrangement. Now, I am feverishly trying to make up for lost time. When she used to get so mad at me she would tell me that I was just like my father.........well, today her & and I are more alike than any other of the children. I feel blessed to have her be such a big part of my life and can't wait to move back to Virginia to be near her.
We both love our animals as I remember my Mom always to be the one to nurse any helpless farm animal back to life. We both have this love of antiques and have incredibly similar styles of decorating. I can always buy for her just by getting her something that I would like. We are the only two that are really into gardening big time. We also both have this artistic streak and we plan to pursue the idea of a little artist studio down in the big house where I plan to live for awhile (my parents built a beautiful and modest cabin on the hill behind and above the big house a couple of years ago) so we will set up a studio where we can escape and work at making anything our heart desires while we chat the hours away.
My parents new cabin on the hill
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I say good riddance to those and have my eye on a different but incredibly more wonderful life without someone else's baggage. I was just talking to a friend that I have only seen just a handful of times in the past few years since leaving North Carolina but who I liked from the first day that I met and have managed to keep up with, miss and admire for her incredible drive and determination when it comes to self-sufficiency (see her at www.maplelanehomestead.com)and tell her that I sent you. We have always had so much in common and believe me she does it all. I take my boots off to her and aspire to be half the woman that she is. Anyway she just emailed me with a half-hearted offer of an internship with her for the summer and now I can't get the idea out of my head. I would be back again just north of Charlotte, NC where I spent several years and made many friends only to move from there with my husband for a job in Indiana so the idea of returning to where I have many fond memories of being a master gardener and the farmers market manager, taught many classes and have friends that I will forever be connected to and then the idea of working side by side with what I believe to be one of the most amazing women I have ever met, the idea sends chills, and to top it off this would only be 2 1/2 hours from my parents, all of my sisters and their families and my son and his family. What a wonderful world it will be. I am just beside myself with possibilities!
I have to share some of the brightest spots in my life right now. My animals are such a joy in my life. Their unconditional love and acceptance with so little asked in return. God knew we needed them!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
So now as I recover from much heartache over the whole situation I am incredibly overjoyed at the direction that my life is about to take. I was born and raised in California with my parents having moved to a very rural area in SW Virginia when I was in my mid teens to a 165 acre farm. The work was hard and the meals plentiful. We always had farm animals even in California but now we were in Virginia with all this land and an incredible amount of work to do on a farm that had been allowed to fall into disrepair. But here was my father determined with a string of 5 children behind him (I was 15, next girl 12, twin girls 10 and the only boy only 6 years old), to set out to make this a beautiful productive farm again. The first summer we put up over 11 thousand bales of hay, and I don't mean those beautiful large round bales that are basically handled by a one man team. I mean the thousands of small square bales that my father would make as tight and heavy as possible cause loose ones took up more space and because he could. I essentially worked harder than any man I ever knew except for my father. I'm sure I had muscles coming out of my ears. I can still dig fence posts with the best of them. Boy does my dad love to tell stories of how many posthole diggers I busted and buried. He conviently forgets to tell that all digging tools had 3 ft marks on them so I understood how much farther that I had to go and oh, the other thing that he rarely mentions is that we put the coral right on top of an old river bed which required sometimes digging a hole three foot wide and then three foot deep just to get the bolders out! It was a very hard life for a California farm girl to move to such a rural area where even to this day, 33 years later there is still only one stoplight in the entire county.
At 17 I graduated from high school and could not wait to get off that gosh awful farm. I went through a couple of marriges and many relationships searching for my place. Preferably as far away from that farm as earthly possible.