I have lived many lives, and had many adventures.
Can anyone relate to the multitude of lives we live throughout the short span of four decades? In this amount of time I have fallen in love, left my home to marry, had children, watched them grow and start to leave our home.
I am not the same person who was born in Idaho, though I have all her memories. What part of me would I be able to pin down as the permanent? Nothing that would fit into a vase of words, yet I am compelled to try anyway.
I am hope, courage, and pain. Playing over again in an endless pattern of re-creation. I recognize the death and rebirth of our own experiences. I cannot escape the tempering that life applies to all. Some will grow strong, and some will break. It is all about the depth of ones understanding and perspective.
I only hope to help. I only hope to inspire. I do not intend it to be taken any other way.