Words

See the moon?

I've been writing for NanoWrimo. Not been thinking about writing here. The past few months have been busy--graduate school, regular school.

Something very sad happened in August. It made me not want to write. When I moved to my new place (this is a picture of "my" barn) I had to re-locate my cats. The kitten just plain disappeared from Byron--I was gone a few days, and she had outside access. Dear Jen B. in her sage country way, said Serena was probably something's dinner.

After that, I moved Frida to a friend's house here in town. A great arrangement. But she was hit by a car. I was so sad and still am. Sometimes I pass the yard where the nice boy that found her and buried her lives. I always cry. In fact just writing about it now makes me cry again. I loved my cats. I wish they had lived. It is life, to lose pets, but I felt for a long time like a very bad person. In fact I had several panic-stricken dreams that woke me up in the middle of the night--dreams in which I lost my children. Peace is coming slowly in regards to the cats.

Peace in other areas of my life is also coming. I am not by nature a person of great routine, yet the rhythm of life is helping me establish balance. Lately been walking to school and enjoying the morning light and crisp, cool weather. My friends at school are wonderful--kindred spirits to talk to about the stuff of life. My best friend recently moved back to the area and we are back in touch and planning adventures together. My other best friend just agreed to go to the DR with me in February.

Yes, the Dominican Republic. It's been just over 2 years since my last trip. I remember my hasty exodus after things changed with my job down there. I remember rebuilding a life here in Maine. Two years seems to be enough time to move forward and re-connect with my love of that place. My February trip will be to the city and I look forward to it, so much! My life is not complete with just one location--the tropics is a place that lifts my mood and spirits. Ever since I was 15 years old and lived in Venezuela, I always know the connection was important and necessary for my sanity.

What else is news? Not too much. I'll be writing more now, because the freedom to be myself is back and there is no need to protect people that have been in my life lately who did not need their names splashed across the internets. A door recently closed in my life that made me sad, but at the same time liberated me. That is all I can say about that. It's good to be single, to have dreams, to have ideas and develop them into reality.

Oh, and I am totally inspired my friend Carlita. She up and moved to the city and found her dream job, and then realized, hey! My dreams are do-able! Now on to new ones!!

My dreams are do-able. I will not take no for an answer when it comes to my dreams.