“I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.” Wendell Berry
I have found peace and I am happy with me. It was not always that way. My mother made it very clear that she had me for my father, and when he was gone she had no use for me. The rejection I experienced from my mother was compounded by feeling that I never did anything right and I was never good enough. My sense of loss and emptiness was excruciating. My escape began around age seven when my uncle returned from the war. I noticed his tattoos. I began secretly doodling on myself… My tattoo of a vine tells the story of my personal growth…
