A welcome

A few weeks ago, I sat at my computer and posted something like this on Facebook:

"Fellow creative souls! I need some help. Due to Ehlers-Danlos, I've had to stop sewing and I need a creative outlet. Does anyone have suggestions?"

Suggestions from fellow chronic pain sufferers began to pour in, ranging the gamut, but one rang in my head -- my aunt, who suggested I should write.

Many months ago, before I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, but when I suspected I had it, I began dreaming of a space where I shared about EDS and this name popped into my head -- "Life, Dislocated." As I began thinking about my aunt's words though, I began thinking about how this applies to so much more of my life. Not just the joint dislocations but...

About the unexpected way my family has been built.

About the ways my faith and politics have collided.

About the ways I continue to heal from old, painful wounds from years gone by.

Can you stop with me for just a moment? Can you imagine something that makes your heart leap? Can you imagine something that always draws you in? Something that drives you? Something you long for in the deepest recesses of who you are?

I never fancied myself much of a writer, really. But I love words. I live for stories.

Each day is filled with stories. I read stories. I listen to stories. I watch stories. I write my own stories. Stories are what make my heart beat faster. Stories are what pull me through the day. And so the answer came to me...

A place where I can tell my stories; a place where I can share the words tumbling around this busy brain of mine; a place to share the journey of finding home and healing in my story.

Welcome to Life, Dislocated.