My life may seem like a dream come true as I post photos of the amazing places I explore with my family. It is a very enriching life for me, and yet my life is just as messy as anyone’s. It is so much easier for me to share with you the frosting of my life – the sweet topping everyone loves – then the underlying chunk of cake. Yet, I am wanting to show you what holds up the frosting, the essence of my life.
As I work on writing my book about our story – from meeting Jon at the age of eleven to giving up our old life for life on the road – I have been encouraged to begin sharing snippets of our story with you. Thanks to the love and encouragement of friends (and amazing new connections) I am surrounded in a circle where judgement no longer thrives, and where outside condemnation can be met with community. You see, Jon and I, we almost didn’t make it.
Our story is so much more than this gypsy life, it is one of deep healing. Our story is about removing walls and coping mechanisms from our childhoods in order to experience emotional connection in our relationships with one another and our children. It is about learning a new dance and falling on the floor. Becoming the partner standing who chooses to offer a hand to the fallen and lovingly pulls the fallen in to dance again. Some days we glide across the floor, some days we stumble, other days we collide.
My life is travel, my life is art, my life is about motherhood, and community living. My life is about exploring, connecting with other souls, and relationships. My life story is also about how I surrendered to the reality that I am indeed a co-addict.