Once Upon a Time

Thanks for joining me!

If the path before you is clear, you are probably on someone else’s. – Joseph Campbell

All stories, at least the good ones, begin with some variation of ‘Once Upon a Time’

͛This is one of the good ones.

Once upon a time, at the age of 43, she started over.  It wasn’t completely over, because she had 2 beautiful, amazing children and running shoes, some  furniture and enough money to buy a home to live in, but not much else.

This blog is my story.  It’s a story of our lives, and the lives of the people who came to live at a place called Sithean, or ‘Faery Hill’ in Scottish Gaelic.  It is a story of food and gardens, of loss and renewal, of love.  And most of all, of home.

Nothing in my life has turned out the way I expected.  Every time I thought I was on one path, it veered.  And yet those roads, while filled with brambles and thorns, were also filled with flowers and friends and so much love.

I write this from my kitchen, more than a year after the story started.  I hope you will enjoy my fairy tale as much as I do.