Finding Feral

After the death of my mother, I started to take stock of my life. I was in midlife and it had been a hard, traumatic road. This is my story of finding hope and myself in the tiny green of a sprout, the soaring austere of an eagle, color dripping from a paintbrush, and the possibility of a loving Creator. This is a journey into my willfulness to embrace life at its essence and feel very much on purpose in this world.