The Seed From which the Blog Grows

“Who Do You Think You Are!?!”

Said with anger, righteous indignation, I have heard those words frequently. Many women have. I am sure men have had it said to them too, but women, OH! So many women hear it so much more frequently. Who do you think you are that you can put your needs ahead of my wants? It becomes the internal soundtrack of life. Who do you think you are to want that? To desire that? Long before children it becomes internal, the question asked before the undone act. The shaping of image and identity tainted by it. And then there are children, beautiful, magical, humbling but all-encompassing, and the balancing of needs becomes trickier, more difficult. More complex.

And soon the question is still asked, but the emphasis is different: Just who DO you think you are? Who is the me who can not be replaced by a cleaner and a cook and a babysitter and a teacher? I am not who I was, and I do not want to be, as I have learned and grown so much since they were born, and I like that. But then, who?

And now I work to discover this new self. There are well-worn paths in this, many women have walked this before me, and I hope to learn from them. But their way is not my way and I do it through the things I have always loved: creation, exploration, discovery. They are the things I have never stopped doing, and that I wish to do more. I use the prisms I have: the social sciences, art, craft and creativity, words and maps and places. These have called to me all my life.

Who do I think I am?

In the Gardens.

I am she who creates and explores and discovers.


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