June 1964
Married a month after our university graduation, after eight years and then within two, we had two daughters and were living a nourishing family life. Then in 1979, a small inner explosion occurred—changing my behavior, but not understood as the beginning—the beginning of both the eventual end of our marriage in 1986 and my future destiny with writing.
My need to emotionally mature was the catalyst for our divorce, after which I proceeded through recovery groups for eighteen months and then a next destined shift to A Course in Miracles, (universal, spiritual-thought meetings) the start of the journey I am still on.
With my previous degrees in French and education, I now moved through English as a Second Language then graphic arts simultaneously with non-work-related drawing therapy and creative writing—the latter two long-needed openings to inner self-discovery. Clairvoyance and clairaudience followed with automatic writing. Then as part of the ongoing continuing education for my emotional health, intuitive counseling practice came with dominant and non-dominant handwriting and art, until, ultimately, I began to write a book—all were experiences in communication but were not seen globally as my circuitous but perfectly correct life journey.
The emotions through the passage have all been necessary: joy, sorrow, happiness, terror, grief, optimism, jealousy, trust, gratitude, suspicion, inspiration, calmness, and appreciation.
Dinner at Jeb’s*
You cut potatoes in halves,
dice onions.
Your iron skillet fills
with patience and garlic,
seven cloves sizzling
to win my heart.
Potatoes grow soft as our
full lips kiss.
We eat well.
Then I taste the kick of pepper—
six long months
refusing to hear your good-bye
My realization is, “Our journey is what it must be for us to reach the goal of completion for the reason of our birth.”
A name change for privacy
Married a month after our university graduation, after eight years and then within two, we had two daughters and were living a nourishing family life. Then in 1979, a small inner explosion occurred—changing my behavior, but not understood as the beginning—the beginning of both the eventual end of our marriage in 1986 and my future destiny with writing.
My need to emotionally mature was the catalyst for our divorce, after which I proceeded through recovery groups for eighteen months and then a next destined shift to A Course in Miracles, (universal, spiritual-thought meetings) the start of the journey I am still on.
With my previous degrees in French and education, I now moved through English as a Second Language then graphic arts simultaneously with non-work-related drawing therapy and creative writing—the latter two long-needed openings to inner self-discovery. Clairvoyance and clairaudience followed with automatic writing. Then as part of the ongoing continuing education for my emotional health, intuitive counseling practice came with dominant and non-dominant handwriting and art, until, ultimately, I began to write a book—all were experiences in communication but were not seen globally as my circuitous but perfectly correct life journey.
The emotions through the passage have all been necessary: joy, sorrow, happiness, terror, grief, optimism, jealousy, trust, gratitude, suspicion, inspiration, calmness, and appreciation.
Dinner at Jeb’s*
You cut potatoes in halves,
dice onions.
Your iron skillet fills
with patience and garlic,
seven cloves sizzling
to win my heart.
Potatoes grow soft as our
full lips kiss.
We eat well.
Then I taste the kick of pepper—
six long months
refusing to hear your good-bye
My realization is, “Our journey is what it must be for us to reach the goal of completion for the reason of our birth.”
A name change for privacy