This post could have been titled, "Sinatra's Love Child", since this is the artistic result of my icy afternoon studio session. However, I opted to name it for the title of the journal page, "Bloom".
So many women of my generation never had the opportunity to achieve their dreams. We are the generation of teachers, nurses and secretaries. We were raised to put "family first" and ourselves last. We marched for peace, made posters for Earth Day, and burned our bras so that our daughters and grand-daughters wouldn't have to suffer our fates. We were good daughters, great wives and awesome mothers. We took care of everyone and lost our identities and ourselves in the process.
For many of us, now that our families have been raised and our obligations fulfilled, we finally have an opportunity to pick up the threads of dreams seemingly forgotten long ago. What will be woven with those long-cherished ideas and dreams remains to be seen. We can't figure out where we're going until we know who we are. This page is dedicated to my sisters and the wonderful journey of discovery.