A Sad Progression

It’s been nine months since we decided to separate and he moved out. Nine months of my trying to figure out who I am when I’m not in this family structure I worked so hard to cultivate. Nine months of therapy dealing with my maladaptive handling of multiple tragic and traumatic events in my life….

Blind Pigs and Harold Fry

Keeping a journal is a boon for me.  I write down lots of things, who irritated me at work, which of my children I will have to punish next, what I should have said in that conversation I had the other day…  And lots of quotes. If I read or hear something that moves me, I…

The Purpose of Dancing

It’s 2017 … and I didn’t make any resolutions.  Any of you who have been following along are well aware of how my planning nature can culminate in tremendous success and misery in equal measure. I’m living, just living. Today I have no aspirations for tomorrow or plans for next week.  Today I am enjoying…

Living at a ‘7’

It’s been several months since I have completed any new work.  Months of tears and therapy, of hurt and anger and extreme fear.  I found (and still find) myself unable to sit to create.  I stare at the paper, my mind harnessed in my sorrow blankie and nothing happens. I’ve been reading about mourning … A…

Perdition

I’m not a gamer, not really.  I enjoyed Final Fantasy X on the Playstation and I’ve been known to dabble in Fallout, but the real gaming, that happens between flesh and blood competitors with a master running the show … I’ve never done it.  But I have had the pleasure of illustrating some of it….

Living in the Moment … and Stippling

May was an awful month.  Let me say, I couldn’t be more happy that it’s over.  June is looking brighter already. So, without going into too much detail, here’s the skinny.  My husband and I have a bi-polar teenage daughter and I have anxiety issues Sometimes those two things coalesce into a hurricane of awful….

Searching for change

I try to always stay positive, to look at life through the lens of possibility rather than frustration or failure.  It’s a conscious thing, one I have to maintain daily since my inherent nature appears to be one of perpetual striving and worry. For the last few years I’ve been struggling with what kind of…

The Artist’s Way – Morning Pages, Failure and Censorship

On a recommendation from a friend I picked up Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way a few weeks ago. In short it’s a 12 week program for rediscovering your creativity, healing old wounds that keep us from being expressive and basically getting us creative types back on our feet again.  Mind you, I don’t feel like I haven’t…