Ever since I was a little girl my Memere wore a ring on her pinky finger.
It reminded me of a flower.
She died during Covid, and the pain I felt not getting to say a proper goodbye was astounding.
The tightness felt in my chest looking at her through a window of the nursing home. She hasn’t been herself for many months. Dementia took her from us long before the lord had.
In that moment, talking through the window, on the telephone. She heard me.
My mother inherited the pinky ring. It was a flower. A tiny pearl surrounding by dainty diamonds.
Now I wear it. It has been altered to fit on my pinky finger. It holds value to me that is unsurpassable.
I believe in bucket-filling (a little twist on the bucket list). I want a platform to share my artform(s) that already fill my bucket. I have the degree(s). I survived the young child rearing years. I've landed the leadership dream job. It's time to fill my bucket. Focus on what lights my fire. Rebranding this blog (yet again) to meet me where I am at in this journey called life. I will share my creative writing. I will share my photography. I will share my thoughts on this crazy journey we call life. I like to keep it real. I refuse to live up to "the image". I don't use filters. What you see (read) is what you get. I hope you enjoy the read and I will try to balance what I share in a meaningful way. Ultimately, I keep this blog for me. You (my imagined audience) are an awesome bonus!
Mom/ Nurse/ Harm Reduction Advocate/ Hobbiest Photographer/ Freelance writer/ (maybe) a poet {thanks to a recent writing mentor}
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