Coming Home

I began this blog talking about the hypocrisy I experienced at a "welcoming" church.  It then enabled me to come out as a rape and violence survivor, process the hell of slogging through PTSD therapy, and share my breast cancer journey. I've received tremendous support through it all.

 

Then I allowed some people to take away my sense of safety in telling those stories and I ran away from this site.

 

But I am coming home. Here.

 

Here I want to finish those stories because they are mine.  And they are many others too. 

 

 

I am not afraid.  And I am feeling triumphant.

 

I just enjoyed a wonderful vacation with Martha to the very gay friendly New Orleans where I had an extraordinary epiphany, the details of which will be the subject of many of my next posts.

 

I am currently winding my way home - on a quick "bucket list" trip to North Carolina to visit the Olmstead designed landscape at Biltmore,  the last of his major works that I have not seen.  

 

And then I will be coming home.  Home to family.   Home to friends.   And home to this space. . .  

 

 

. . . full of grace and full of happy.

 

I hope that you will join me.