A Room of Her Own

Look at that-- another *blip* another *gap* in the blog writing.  This was a purposeful pause though; it was more than just being too busy or a lack of mindfulness.  A great change has occurred and finally the dust is settling on a new way of being.

There's this little house in the woods I've rented for myself and, of course, for the children.  It's nestled back on a tiny street in a quiet part of town. It's a wreck of a place, but it is mine.  I fell in love with its hardwood floors, its amiable landlord, its quirky split-plan structure.

So I am following Virginia Woolf's advice (as pictured above).  The money part....well, I'm quite sure that will run out soon, but, I've got a room. I've got some space to write.  Above all else, I'm writing.  There couldn't possibly be a better set of circumstances.  The drama is full-throttle in my life (something I try so hard to avoid).  My schedule still revolves around classes and taking care of children; however, there is time for other things now.  This should be one of them. It has to be.