So I am lost. I don't think I am depressed. Actually, all and all things are pretty good. I am 43. A young 43. I am a single white female with fabulous Creole roots. I am broke, but aren't we all? I am creative and insightful. I am the mother of  a wonderful 21 year old son. I have friends and family
who love me. And I am so lost! Due to any infortunate series of events, I find myself starting over, AGAIN. My son is happy and living his own life. I have no ties, really. Trying to build my own business, which is for the most part, portable. Computers make life easier at times.
 So basically, with a little hard work and some cutting corners and creative finance... I could live anywhere. The question now becomes where would I go? Don't get me wrong, I am grateful... but I am also stuck, stagnant, drifting in the wind. So how do I find real purpose? Why do I feel as if I can'r find home? And why the need to strike out with the North Wind and just drift?

I am posing some of these questions in a Blog  because I know I am not the only one who
feels this way. I want to use this space to unwind and refocus myself.

I need to loose weight, I have no energy. My sex life is ... well let's just say, WHAT sex life..
and I need to find myself and my path. I keep going back to that scene in, Under the Tuscan Sun, where Patti tells Francis she is becoming that empty shell person... and Francis says,"That is so Oprah" 

IS THIS A MID-LIFE CRISIS??! Sigh... cliche and whiny... lol... that's me... but still, I am seeking,
and asking and wanting anf yearning for some intangible, ethereal light to shine in my soul and shine
through that rather blank stare that is in my eyes these days...

And these new roads are solitary
the company that I seek is not
a someone
rather
me
alone
with nothing but
my thoughts
and the
sun
and the
stars
my journey
belongs
to no one
who I am
becoming
is between
me and the
moon
the north wind
and
the night song