Twenty-two years ago I arrived from Greece.
Survivor extraordinaire! Made it through all the trials SanDiego had in store for me. Learning to be American again, understanding my history, creating an incredible future.
Writing my stories to heal my soul, to help others, and to leave a legacy for my family. The stories never told of people that they haven’t met and places they have never seen . Each knot an in the tapestry that’s my life. My beginning was magical and many experiences were truly divine.
The youthful years were full of difficult patterns and people. My brilliance in full color helped me to shine above the rest. During my teenage years, I learned to be the best while making my foundation tough underneath. My surface piles were soft, pliable, and resilient. Weathering the storms of life and become more valuable with age.
The hearts and flowers added in my twenties were love weaving into my life. Imagination, intuition, and innovation added shining silk fibers, strong and bold to my story. The thirties brought the village to life in my picture. My simple desires were fulfilled while being close to the earth, sea, and sky. That’s where the mountains and trees became part of my story.
The forties were the most difficult and complicated knots in my tapestry. Each one was more challenging than the one before. It took years to change the feeling of oppression. The fifties found me a better way to weave my story. With more education and adding technology, weaving became easier and clearer.
Soon to start the season of my sixties, knowing that the patterns of the past created my unique foundation to weave a wonderful future.