I am a writer.  I love words.  I am a yoga teacher. I love the challenge, the peace and the strength I receive from yoga.  I love the rain. I love the sun even more.  I am the care-taker of a beautiful 10 year old Mollydog. She is my greatest teacher.  I meditate from time to time, and from time to time I like it. Other times, I sit spinning in my head.  Sometimes I like to be called Honeybee, other times, Melissa. The meaning is the same, although very different.  I am sensitive to energy. Sometimes, I don’t even know that that means.  I write.  I share. I love. I love a lot.  I laugh. I play.  I love the outdoors.  I love flowers.  I love when my boyfriend shares some exciting groundbreaking news from Scientific American that proves something I already knew inherently.  I love to be right. I don’t love being wrong. I learn a lot from being wrong.  I don’t love to use the word hate…for anything.  I learn a lot from my feelings. I feel a lot.  I fall into the category of sweet, kind, compassionate, positive and loving…except when I don’t.  I believe in the magic of life...a lot.

The question remains…who am I?  I know who I am. Then again, I am still discovering who I am. It is a process—a minute-by-minute process.  I can honestly say, that I share myself as honestly as I can in thismoment… especially when I write.