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!
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.