Born to an Italian father and Spanish mother
Her heart and soul raised in the Swiss Alps
I never realised that as a woman, I would have so much to carry on my shoulders.
Hair messy, eyes wild with laughter
It is good we came here, to mix things up a bit.
She closed her eyes, warming them in the morning sun
A shift from the corporate world
To trailing spouse
Opened her eyes to new ways of being
I no longer aspire to have that big career.
Her life at a crossroads
The creation of new community in each location
I think ‘coming home’ was the toughest transition of all.
Steady rise and fall
Re-birth comes in different forms
Golden green life slow
Winter ginkgo walks
Crystals on a Norway spruce
Dancing in the sun