I feel as if I have lived my life in reverse. I was born three weeks overdue, a grumpy, crumpled old woman. As I grow older, I become freer, more light-hearted, open-hearted...
I recall being very aware of death from my earliest memories, not afraid, but curious.
I have worked in so many different venues, fitting many lifetimes into one.
In the beginning, perhaps I was attracted to participating in and creating and experiencing so much because I was so aware of death, and I felt so much awe and desire to drink as much of life in as possible. All that in spite of unhappy and tragic circumstances when I was young!
Now, as I have the strange sensation of growing younger and lighter, I feel like I can drink in the entire ocean of life, and I have all of time I want to do it.
I have been a rebel, an underachiever, then effortlessly an overachiever, a radical, a calm conservative...
I have cut open and removed cancer from areas as delicate as eyelids.
I feel the most conscious when I calmly admire my sleeping son's (Huxley, named after Aldous!) eyelashes.
None of what I am on paper, all the achievements on my linked in, can describe what I INTEND to share here, which is bits and pieces of my true self, childhood stories that inspire, moments of awe that might help others.