Digging through a box that my mom had carefully saved in my parents’ basement and labeled with my name led me to discover multitudes of notebooks filled to the brim with poetry, stories, and journals that survived years in dusty solitude only to resurface in the present moment, reminding me that I’ve always been a writer.
I just could never seem to stop myself from putting pen to paper. Funny how it’s taken nearly 50 years to acknowledge it! This blog is about embracing the voice within that has never stopped seeking out words to unravel and express its inner musings.
Painting, drawing, and photography have been steady companions along the way, facilitating joy and lending tremendous possibilities for playful, colorful, creative explorations of ideas that couldn’t be put into words. Music, dance and movement help me process and transcend limitations, as does rollerskating in a tutu while wearing a vegan t-shirt and sparkly helmet with banana “horns”, which feels like a small act of “rebellion” in a world that sees animals as commodities. I love to connect with nature, whether it be in the city or country. An interest in philosophy brings deeper fulfillment, as does taking bits of wisdom from my deconstructed religious upbringing. I enjoy dressing up in animal costumes while advocating for those who do not speak human language.
Becoming a mother of two amazingly delightful humans had a profound impact on my perspective, heightening the natural instinct to protect the most innocent and vulnerable members of society. This awareness led me to work with the disabled community while simultaneously advocating to make the world a safer place for humans as well as other animals.
The act of pushing through an invisible membrane of fears and hesitations to sprout and let seeds blow freely in the wind is something I’m finally ready to do. Squawk it. Why squawk? I have name ties to the raven, a bird known for being fascinated by all that glitters, as well as an inquisitive/clever disposition, a curious/playful spirit, and a squawking voice. That tracks. I’ve tried to avoid sharing the squawk, but it visits me daily… because it IS me. I realize that I can’t go over, under, around, or behind it; I have to go through it. What fun it is to spread these wings!
Some habitats thrive when ravens are present. If you so desire, come and visit my nest, but please don’t be offended by my nature… I am simply expressing my truth . All are welcome, as long as your presence supports the healthful functioning of this roost. I’m glad you’re here!
