welcome to my ordinary life

It took me a long time, as in decades, to assemble and then settle into my ordinary life. Honestly, it was the birth of my son that started the good work of life-building and home-making and simply living. 

In my early thirties, before my son, I believed that finally my life was my own; it was my turn. I planned to carve out a writing career. I was cranky and vocal - marching in rallies, standing in vigils, raising energy in pagan rituals. I was married to an utter weirdo and I imagined that meant I, too, was free to be as weird as I am. I am pretty darned weird underneath all the masking and good manners. 

But it's at 50, remarried to a man who is a genuine partner, living in a house that we own that is our very lived-in home, working a 40 hours a week day-job, and appearing so ordinary that I finally, for real, perceive the freedom and security to be my best loved weirdest self. 

Right now, this ordinary life is my vocation. From here, I invite you to visit, to rest, and to release your top secret, very precious, inner weirdo out to play. 

Welcome, from Jenni & Kate (the darn cat...!).