My mother loves birds. All sorts. Some of the plainest and most common she calls LBBs, or Little Brown Birds. I have always loved that she makes something special and lovely out of the mundane. This is what she has always done for as long as I can remember-- with birds, with her gardens, with people, with me. She taught me to bloom where I am planted, that I can learn something from any place or space that I find myself in. She is an amazing woman.
I am the youngest of five children, mother of two, paramedic, massage therapist, and recent transplant to Bend, Oregon, which is a stunningly beautiful place, but a bit lonely for an introvert like me. My partner in crime is also a paramedic, and not much of an introvert at all. We have planned this move for five years, and we are ecstatic to be here. However, that doesn't make such an enormous change any easier. I do feel that, after 15 years of slight insanity that included two marriages, two divorces, two children, and an extraordinary amount of time in school that I am returning to the woman I am meant to be, a child of my mother's heart. This blog is an attempt to describe the past and find my niche in the present, and to bloom where I am planted.
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