Hi. Thanks for stopping by. I’m not selling products, political agendas or religious doctrines. Just here; as limitless, as unconfined, as unbound as I can manage in any given post. It’s a work in progress. It’s an inquiry into my experiences of growing up, of adulting, of imagining. Inquiring into my history and beliefs. Learning to not live there, but here…unbound.
The experiences are mine, the opinions are mine, unless I credit someone, but I’m not here alone. I’m supported by family, friends, a therapist, spiritual teachers, the kids in my life, the work of Hameed Ali, Alice Miller, Gabor Maté, Brene Brown, Carissa Pinkola Estés (especially Seeing in the Dark), Glennon Doyle, and Pink. And always God, though I struggle to hear her at times.
For the record, I am from the middle of the United States, currently living on the West Coast, sans college, queer, in my late 60’s, and white, with both awareness of my privilege and an understanding that I will always be limited by my cultural history and personal experiences and the degree to which I remain bound to them.
So, why am I here? I’ve recently discovered that journaling and writing is a portal for me, to aspects of me that otherwise seem to be inaccessible. And there’s something human about wanting to be seen and heard. I want to be human.
It’s an open house. Come in, stay, don’t stay, have a conversation, or read it and leave; all good. I wish I could offer tea and cookies. Maybe down the line.
Barbara