I’m not the only one who forgot to connect. To nature, to spirit, to myself, to those I love. And I’m not the only one trying to remember.

Trying to remember what we forgot, what our mothers forgot, our mothers’ mothers and their mothers before them – all the way back to the warrior queen and her mother before her. All the way back to the garden.

I don’t how but the first steps seem to be writing this little page. Ignoring all the voices that say “indulgent”, “entitled”, “obnoxious”, “notions” or just “silly”. Just putting one foot in front of the other, one word after the next. And maybe I’ll put those here from time to time.