It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I last wrote a post. So much has happened. My baby girl graduated. We moved from 3 apartments in one month. Yes. It was just about as horrific as it sounds! I’ve left Beaufort, the town in which I became a wife, mother, performer, storyteller and artist. And we’re set on a different path. I’m not exactly sure what it will look like and I didn’t know what to say about it, so I didn’t say anything. Lately, though, I’ve been feeling the need to share. To take others with me on the journey of our life as it is unfolding. So… I’m back at Gullahmama! I am not sure what form the posts will take, but I think I like the discovering and that edge of discomfort. I find that that edge pushes me to growth.
So — what have I been up to? This morning I took my new (to me) bike out on a trail ride. Bug spray. Helmet. ipod. Water Bottle. Tree….! Okay, too fast on that curve and, next, the sensation of flying and then of landing. Nobody around. Good. Broke the strap of my shoulder bag. But that’s okay. It was long enough to knot and wear around my neck. Scrapes and bruises but no breaks or sprains. And off I go again. I feel like a little kid who wears her bruises like badges of honor! The lesson learned: this is not a racing bike.
It is a go-slow bike that does not want to take curves quickly. Got that.
I am so glad that you are blogging again!
Thanks, Jenny! Sometimes I think I have to be profound. But other days I realize I only have to be me!
So glad you are back! : )
Your path will always be a journey of light Natalie 🙂 One that can take you anywhere you want it to! I have been blessed to be on one of your paths and hope that they will cross again very soon!
We’re still traveling in the same direction, Shanna. Can’t wait for our paths to cross again!
It’s so nice to hear from you again. Just know that wherever life’s path takes you, I’m praying that God will always bless you. Congratulations on your daughter’s graduation. I also pray that her life and Simeon’s will always be blessed. Take care Gigi
Thanks for your prayers, Gigi. I know, no matter what, we are blessed.
Nice to see you blogging again. Be careful on the bike!
Thanks Jamie. Yeah, slow and steady on the curves. And I’ve got my dorky, purple helmet at all times!
LOL Purple is never dorky ~ it’s royal and it rocks, just like you do!! God bless you, Natalie, and your family. Have loved you since Gullah was on TV so many years ago.
I was thrilled to wake up and see that you had posted on your blog again! You are being profound…I hear in your words a touch of sadness, whimsy, with a little self-depreciating humor thrown in. In other words, profoundly human…a woman showing her view as she journeys through this thing called Life. It’s wonder that you can touch others in this way.
Congratulations on your daughter’s graduation, too! My oldest son is 20 and I still shake my head wondering where did that smooth-cheeked baby go? (hehe…my youngest is 5 though!).
5 to 20 … There will always be someone at home! Ron is the youngest of 9 and there are 20 years between he and his eldest sibling. He always said that he was born to be there for his mother in her old age. She’s 99 now, and though we’ve moved a few hours away, she’s still the first one she thinks of when she’s feeling the need for support. Thanks for your response to my blog. Nice to know I ‘m not just rambling away….
Welcome back dahlin’! 🙂
Nice to hear from you! I just started to follow your blog not too long ago and hope you continue, you have such interesting stories 🙂
Thanks Denise. I don’t know if my kids think my stories are interesting…they probably just wish I’d stop!
ME TOO! 🙂
I am so glad that you are back to blogging, I missed reading it. Thank you for sharing, I’m sure the journey was a difficult, but I am so happy that your daughter has a job and is moving nearby. I am also so happy that your son’s faith increased. As for you and Mr. Ron, it is truly pleasant to know that you two are closer and that trying times didn’t make you turn on one another. May God bless you all. Love