Ah, so you’re wondering who’s behind Granny Willow, aren’t you?
Well, my name is Willow Ryan—I am a undiagnosed single mom looking for meaning and purpose in the dirt and roots of life. I am a wanderer. A daydreamer. A creator of my own imaginary worlds and a seeker of meaning and that distant land within…”
I’m a lover of routine that does not like surprises and yet loves spontaneity when it is planned… I see the world in sharp black and white, yes or no except for the endless possibilities and unending gray spaces… A creature of conundrums and conflictions!
Granny Willow
The name Granny Willow came about in my youth—back when I would talk (quite seriously) about how epic it was going to be when I became a granny and could get away with being a granny.
Not just the teapots, old English rose gardens, long flowing gowns, and endless adventures (though that is a large part of my dreams too)— But doing the kinds of things only old ladies can get away with: from social awkwardness, fashion crime, and brutal honesty! All with love, grace and no regrets!
My friends caught on, and the nickname stuck. It has followed me ever since, like the ghost of Christmas past.
And the Blog?
This blog is my wild idea—to share the stories, lessons, and missteps I’ve stumbled through, in hopes of saving you a little trouble (or at least making you feel less alone and idiotic while you’re floundering along).
It’s my journey into authenticity and freedom—one messy, magical, very human story at a time. It is a place to compost shit into glorious soil that could grow champion roses for the Société Romande des Amis des Roses et de l’Horticulture!
If you’ve ever felt a little (or a lot) out of place, or like your heart beats to a different rhythm—you’re in the right place.
We all have shit — let’s do some (com)Posting and see what grows!