I’d like to turn this into a poem, so I can dance between the spaces instead, because after four decades on the planet, I still don’t know how to define myself in words. So, here I go.
Jenny, the loving?
Jenny, the changer?
Jenny, the encourager?
Jenny, the artist?
I am Jenny.
I am.
I am.
This is going nowhere fast.
Jenny, the rambler?
Maybe I’ll put some pictures in here to help me illustrate the words along the way.
My Mom says I was a pretty happy baby. After my mother’s seventy-two hours of labor (God bless her) guess I decided it was time to come into (pulled into?) this world and give her some happy after that ordeal.
The setting of my childhood was idyllic, a cottage by a lake. Lake in the front, lake in the back (and sometimes in the kitchen.)
As an only child, on a street with essentially no other children, my playground was the cove in the backyard and the lake, that wrapped around to the front.
All of nature became my friend. The creatures were my companions, from the dragonflies, turtles and snakes to the chipmunks and squirrels. When I wasn’t outside, my inside friend was in the creation of art.
If it was Summer, I’d spend all day in the water. I am a water baby. Love being by the water, in the water, it centers me.
