Just a girl from New York. And California. And New York, and New York, and Oklahoma, and Tennesse, and New York again, and Virginia and Tennessee again and New Jersey and New York yet again, and Tennessee and Arizona…but my heart was forever stolen by Nashville.
This is the story of my life. Literally one memory at a time (give or take a few). It is an inventory, a memoir, a list of blessings and an accounting of curses. It may or may not be witty, charming or enlightening to anyone but me, but if you choose to join me on the journey, you are welcome.
Shifting Light refers to a number of things. My best childhood memories were spent in Buffalo, NY. I would lay on the grass and look up through the deep green leaves at the near painfully bright blue sky, watching the light puddle and shadow, and just…be. It was the most at peace I would ever be.
Shifting Light describes my life living with the aftermath of child molestation, sexual abuse, post traumatic stress disorder, and biopolar disorder, while at the same time loved by good parents, raised in a privileged home and given lots of encouragement to be all I could be. It describes periods of enchanting, bright normality interspersed with pockets of darkness.
I am a food addict, was once a singer, love horses, dogs, movies, books and writing. For fifteen years I answered 911 calls and told cops where to go. I have both had parts of my life stolen, and have given large chunks away, most recently to my own food and “person” addiction, and to the addiction of a loved one.
I’m starting my life over at 45. This blog is an attempt to recapture my life, to exorcise my demons and to begin again with a fresh perspective.
Just being: How I long for those days.