I live in Tofino, on the West Coast of Vancouver Island. It is spectacularly beautiful.
I blockaded in 1993 to save the old growth forests here. They still need protecting.
Living here was my dream. When I got the chance to come here, it was the biggest trusting I ever had to do. Ask me how scared I was; I was a wreck. But I knew I couldn't live without a dream.
It repaid me with ten years of joy, and a big black wolf, who was the love of my life.
Illness forced me to leave; I was homesick for the next seventeen years.
Then the universe offered me - miraculously - a second chance to come back. There was only one possible answer. More joy.
I raised four kids as a single mom.
I always had to be strong, so I suffered losses without crying many tears.
When my wolf died, I started crying and now I cry over everything: him, movies, people being beautiful, music, and especially dog or wolf deaths.
I have chronic fatigue, no surprise. I worked hard this lifetime.
I have been a poet since I was fourteen.
I cackle.
I worry about Mother Earth; we humans are too slow to change our ways.
I try to believe in the transformation of consciousness, but see above.
I have read myself to sleep every night for 68 years.
I am 73 in the Year of Living Dangerously.
Day Fifteen of Wild Writing with Laurie Wagner.
It is good to have dreams, basically they keep us going. But it is even better to act on them. I am glad you followed that one dream.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would have had the courage to live my dream as you did. You deserve all the happiness that could possibly come your way. I wish that for you.
ReplyDeleteYou have given a good summation of your life here, Sherry!! I enjoyed reading all of these details, and I am glad that you ended up where you were meant to be!
ReplyDeleteyou inspire, Sherry ~
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