Hey Y’all

For my first several years of living in Atlanta I did not embrace the hydrangea. I think I saw them as landscaping and also, frankly, I associated them with “the South”.

It took oh so many years to admit to myself and others that I lived here. When people would ask where I was from I would give this “ I was born and raised in California, lived in Colorado for 6 years, New York for 1 and then accidentally ended up in the South (children)” story. I sent my two youngest to Seattle and the central coast of California to stay with family for the summer (by that time I was a single working mother) grateful that their horizons were being broadened.

I still don’t think of myself as a Southerner, but now easily tell people that I live in Stone Mountain, Georgia.   I love my hydrangeas, my 1921 white wooden house, and 17 acres  that I share with beautiful people, animals, plant life, minerals and etcetera.

The earth herself welcomes me here . I do not say this lightly.  I am sure she is who has helped change my attitude.

I have a very deep spiritual and physical connection with the land of my birth place. She nurtured, educated, reminded me who I am, and comforted me when things were rough as a child. I’m not just saying that folks, it’s real.

It is taking me time to learn the oneness of the earth’s spirit. I’m still learning. She is here, even in places that are jumbled up with concrete and debris. When I go to a new place I like to make a connection. I try to do it kind of undercover sometimes to avoid being labeled as woowoo but hey, it’s about time we all “came out” isn’t it?

I’m everydayOma (Oma is my grandmother name). So, hydrangeas et al, y’all, I’m here!