The story I thought I'd take to my grave...

When I was 10 years old, a boy in my class thought that it would be a fun game to get our classmates to call me Medusa. In keeping with the Greek myth, he instructed them not to look at or talk to me or they would be turned to stone. He was so successful, he convinced most of my 4th grade class and some of the 5th grade class to go along with the game. The game continued on through that year and into my 5th grade year. It was one of the loneliest and most painful experiences of my life.  

The truth is that I've spent most of my life in some form of suffering. 

I've been particularly drawn to sadness and anger. It's undeniable that our world is full of suffering and there's a lot to feel sad and angry about. Living in the woods gives me a first row seat to suffering and death on a regular basis. It can be intense to be strolling along and come upon a dying animal or half eaten carcass... 

"Babe, we need to break up.” The words came spilling out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. The arguing had started up again. Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, I said the words I’d been avoiding for months. The thing about answering your soul's calling is that it's a call to you and you alone.