The Wherefor

The emergence of a jeweled story

It's hard to know, in the span of time, which of life’s many moments will be formative. The twists that turned stardust into human beings are seen in our own creation stories and the bend of branches reaching for sunlight. Dare I say, the WHEREFOR, the reason why, is pressed into us like a thumbprint of the cosmos, and then we carry out our destinies, wearing the imprints of choices like so many brooches. Some splendorous, yes. But even the one’s missing jewels are prizes of our character. The lowly pyramid stud and the inverted priness-cut diamond share sparkle. Yes, even the chord progressions that turn a penchant for nonconformity into a Lust for Life honor this clause.

So goes this peek into my own tangle of experience.

At this particular moment in time, I am the big 5-0, and fitting midlife, I am doing some inventory, looking back and peering in. Because it’s hard to know how best to add both goodness and the gold dust of grit to the current and broader dialog, I find this both terribly daunting and deeply requisite. Because I do want to add something unique and from the heart– and this honest, bare, simple platform is something new for me. So here I go.

I want to tell all, but in the same way I would to a friend over tea, in the quiet space of sharing generously, and, too, with a voice big enough to find new friends’ ears. I plan on using the facets and formations of my wildly varied life experiences to cast colorful light, share some learnings, be funny, be kind and weave together stories of beginnings, middles and endings of the rough and tumbled way I landed in this Jeweled Life.

Thank you for being here.