I am Ayesha Grace. Named by the woman in the hospital bed next to my mother.

I moved to the Catskills mountains by way of Madras, South India as well as other trails that took me to Chicago and nyc. I don’t like writing nyc in caps, because new york city is loud enough.

It is wonderfully chaotic as it is unnervingly filthy.

What brings me to do this ?

To share my life with those who are curious about a strange woman from another country all the way out west, where she typically doesn’t belong. Oh don’t think i didn’t hear the way you asked me, where I was from or what am I here? Just like a bird that over stayed the summer because the man who fed his chickens, always left some seed behind for the birds.

To bring therapeutic healing for the child in me; through my artistic creations and my new found wisdom regarding what narcissistic purge has done to benefit my life.

I hope my joys and sorrows that have chartered me through many a journey, will hum tunes you can sing along to, because we are all very much alike in the end.

Why is this not in a personal journal under my mattress ?

It is because I flip my mattress too many… never mind the excuse. Remember when people say, “oh I wish she spoke up sooner”, ” I never knew he felt this way”…I’m talking to him or her, because I was once silenced by my own terror.

Even though the stories I share can be seen as ‘tmi’ in our modern times, my reasons for sharing are to let people in on some core truths or maladies that kept me in a rut for most of my adult life. I wish I had come to this wisdom sooner.. I would have probably shared sooner too.

Oh more stuff to read ?

Yes, but there will be pretty pictures and blurry ones. I plan on sharing about topics that I am positive a lot of people can relate to, there is a ton of information on forums, but I’d like to repackage my trauma while I process it, into something beautiful; my art and the way we love ourselves. When we can painstakingly make a piece of art that contests time shows the blaring i:perfections about the beauty within ourselves, we can fully love who we are.

Im looking at you, mountain local, art enthusiast, recipe scroller..

I’d love to meet and feed each and everyone of you! Do you think this world will rewind back to when we could eat at long and windy communal tables. Im hoping to reach anyone who will find solace in my words, laugh at my jokes ( don’t we all ?!) enjoy my cooking and look forward to local tips about the mountains, or wherever I find myself and you.
Come visit because its pretty ’round these parts.

If I’ve kept at it..

I would have accomplished my goal of sharing my life, with those who were curious to hear. In an age where we are mostly staring at computer screens and our children at tandem, I challenge the idea that creativity in all its art forms only serves to heal, come find your medicine with me.