I am a newly single mom rapidly running through my thirties.
I am a scholar who believes there is always more to learn.
I am struggling to make sense of this middle phase of life from somewhere in the middle of the Middle East.
I reserve the right to "revise and resubmit" myself to the peer-reviewed journal of life whenever I darn please.
Of course, I expect to be published every time.
She: "My own vineyard I have neglected..."
He: "You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates with choice fruits..."
She: "Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have budded,
if their blossoms have opened,
and if the pomegranates are in bloom -
there I will give you my love."
She: "My own vineyard is mine to give..."
Excerpts from Song of Songs, New International Version