Ode to the Young & the Restless, From The Late Bloomer.

I keep hearing that we all have to grow up by ourselves. No matter how many people are around us, we still feel alone during these--dare I say those?--difficult years. Still, we feel like we had to figure it out alone.

Maybe it is--was--better for us to grow up with our person and intentions clouded by misunderstanding and thus forsake the illusion of being comprehended.

These are important years. Your heart is important. So is your joy. Your hope.
pain. struggle. loneliness. all of these things create so much beauty and life and resilience--like damage to a tree makes for the most exquisite grains. More importantly- all of this makes for the source of you. Don't ever give You up and don't forget to fight for it. This is a time of discovery and experimentation. Learn how to communicate yourself; explore outside of your box. Stand tall. Breathe deep. Salute the Sun rising, racing to produce a fraction of the beauty she creates before setting in an array of color. Find the source of your light and never let it go.

Give yourself and your circumstances the credit they deserve. It will all pay off.
Keep your head up, that smile big, and the accent true. You will make it through this. And no, no one will ever understand...but that's the where the strength of your pain is.

With all my heart, support, and a generous dose of light.

Always.

Having Arrived Upon a New Chapter

8 May 2010. 10:00am. 13th person to walk.


Did not know if I was going to make it.


It was a feeling like I have never had before. Similar to that of Winona Ryder's character when she escaped Claymoore in Girl, Interrupted (1999).

My whole family came in town. They stayed on the historical Delta Queen. Alaska and Jer traveled to be there, too.
Camping that night was classic. The minuscule ticks that we found all over the next morning were not, however.



I feel some sunshine on my face for the first time in a while; perhaps it is from the light at the end of the tunnel. Exciting feeling of being pushed out of the nest where I flustered and exhausted myself for the last four years; now I am too tired to fly.

Thus the wind has carried me to a resting place near Nashville where I can spin my cocoon and rest. Cutting ties, setting goals, breathing deeply, starting an adventure fund, marrying off a best friend, unifying the split personalities I have developed, train for sprint triathlon, and exploring different media...

This is a start. This is my time.





Oh- and getting a car since I seem to be experimenting with spontaneous combustion. Thankfully, though my entire portfolio and all of my artwork was in the backseat, nothing was damaged.

Happy 97th Birthday, Pa.

The Twitty Clan =
Pa + (3 Sons • wives) + (8 grandchildren + 2 Spouses)
+ 3 great-grandchildren - youngest granddaughter.
Published in The Camilla Enterprise

'The Immediates' –years ago...
Photo Credit: Olan Mills
Having forgotten to brush my teeth, I decided that by pursing my lips,
I would avoid the risk of embarrassment.

'Twitty Feed & Seed'
drawing by Warren Kirbo
many a days were spent in this wonderful place. it is ineluctable to my identity.

'Twitty Feed & Read'
photo credit: Leigh Twitty
I always leave here with at least a few additions to my beloved collection.

This is Leigh:
she is a Scorpio.
She owns the bookstore.Photo Credit: MJ

The two newest additions to the family, in their respective order, and quite a perfect match for Cousin Trey:
Sheryl & Baby Girl

Photo Credit: MJ

“If you don't know [your family's] history, then you don't know anything. You are a leaf that doesn't know it is part of a tree.” —Michael Crichton

Here Goes:

This is a dream of mine epitomized. These are a few of the things I notice and muse upon. I don't know entirely what I'm doing. Bear with me: I will get the hang of it.

I went to a film festival Thursday with my man-cub. "Shut your mouth, Love," he was nice enough to remind me when he looked over to see my jaw drop yet again.

Ryan LeachChris Lindner

Been daydreaming about what I want to do with my next few years. I miss reenacting and really want to spend at least a few weeks on-site somewhere. This is during the 1730s: teaching my younger "sister's" now husband to dance when I was 16--I think. Hot toddy, anyone?

Tipton-Haynes Historical Site, Johnson City, TN.






















I generally don't like red nor can I wear it...but this jacket is spectacular. May I have it, please, Miss Sixty?
Miss Sixty. Fashion Week, Spring '09.

Photo Credit: Parker Young

This is my rough start.