Hi, and thanks for checking out my website!
My name is Rose Eowyn, and it’s a name I chose for myself, since my legal/given name just didn’t express who I am, and there were a lot of negative associations with it.
I’m a witch and maybe a Druid, and I live in Canada, though my ancestors are from Italy, Germany, and the Ukraine, all places I hope to visit.
I have several moments each day when I’m five.
I have two cats, a boy and a girl, and they are my angels, my entertainment, my teachers, my jesters, my healers. I love all animals and I believe they have so much to teach us, if we would just be humble enough to listen.
I live with my boyfriend, a very patient man who has stood by me through some very dark depressions, and still insists on loving me and finding me beautiful. Sometimes I think he might have brain damage, but most often I’m just grateful. He makes me laugh really, really hard.
We have lots of candles and cool art, and only some of our dishes match. We both wear hiking sandals in the summer.
I love reading (I’m very picky with fiction), writing, , music, snowboarding, pianos, swimming, dancing, drawing (I’m not good at it yet), hiking, camping, good food, learning, and sleeping (and perchance dreaming). And a whole bunch more stuff that I’m forgetting right now.
My biggest passion is, and has always been horses. My aunt and uncle breed Arabians, and I’ve been immersed in horses since before I could talk, which suits me just fine.
My heritage is Ukrainian, German and Italian, and I feel very drawn to some other cultures as well that I’m not linked to by blood, and they’re mostly a secret. I believe in reincarnation though, so it really makes sense to me.
As far as blood family goes, I have a mom, and a sister who has amazing twin boys who are almost two. I don’t really like kids, but they pretty much turned my heart and brain into goo when I met them. I also have said horsey aunt and uncle, which is mostly how my passion got kickstarted in the first place, when I was around two. I have some relatives in Germany, Italy, and most likely the Ukraine too, as well as some Ukrainian people in my home province that I’m related to, though I don’t know any of them. All families are weird, including mine, though in recent years I’ve begun to notice that as far as they go, mine is pretty low on the drama scale.
I suffer from MDD (that’s major depressive disorder) and moderate-to-severe anxiety, which is how this website got started in the first place. It’s kind of the central theme of my blog, and my initial intention was to write about the ugliest, most dark aspects of it, as well as what’s worked for me in fighting it, in the hopes that maybe somewhere someone would read it, and feel less alone and scared than I have. If that happens even once, I will consider it a success.
I can be reached at email@example.com.
I like the word rutabaga.
I love poetry. Here’s a poem:
In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.