When he said that you were dead. My second memory of you crying, was when your grandma passed. I know you felt loss, maybe even like I do. But I’m glad you had Grandma and Grandpa. I don’t know if I have any other moments in time, quite so imprinted in my skull as this… Continue reading Panic -my grief
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Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
From the smell of his old hat wafting around me when the air stirs just right to the beep beep beep of my new alarm clock that sounds strangely like his. From the cold air on my face, tilted up to the sky, like nights out snowshoeing under a blanket of stars. To the squish… Continue reading Smells, Sights, and Sounds – My Grief
Moving -my grief
It’s been so strange moving forward again. But by bit as we find new ways to do things and as our lives naturally start to move with the passage of time… after what felt like an eternity in strictest quarantine. I lost my dad a little over a year ago. The first four months were… Continue reading Moving -my grief
Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Day Six Touching into your grief can be brutal. Even when the pain never leaves you, sometimes purposely turning to face it can be exceptionally hard. So today, let's focus on kindness "For all you have been through, for all you have seen, kindness" "Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind." - Peter… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
A Unique Kind of Writers Block
I have so much written and saved in the drafts. So much of it is so incredibly heavy. Grief laden or social justice demanding. It's what flows most easily from my head and heart right now. I need to find more ways to break it up. It's not exactly good for me I don't think.… Continue reading A Unique Kind of Writers Block
Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
Dad, This isn’t really related, but I wanted to say it. The whole world is grieving right now. You told me once that I felt what the world felt. I do. You told me it wasn’t a bad thing. You told me I needed to know that about myself. Might have been one of your… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Racism, Violence, and the Shit.
Writing my Grief: Day 3
Day Three: 6.2.2020 You've made it this far. Keep showing up. Today's prompt is about living in a changed world, finding ways to live in the changed world: "I was living in a rainforest. I knew the trees and the frogs, the lush green life. With no warning, I got shoved into the desert. I… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 3
Writing my Grief: Day 2
If you could tell people something, tell them what is true, what is true about grief and love and loss, something they do not know, or can't know, what would it be? If you could address them, what would be said? You might start with: "what you don't know... " or: "what does not show..."… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 2
Picking the Pen back up
I kept writing, but couldn't find the emotional 'pagh' to post. Which is okay. I'm working accepting my own need for a break so soon after I'd gotten started. I've spent the last several days going through what I have written and queuing it up for posting. Most of it is related to racism and… Continue reading Picking the Pen back up
Ten Things I’d Never Done Before 2020
Painted a Bob Ross Painting 2. Applied for Unemployment 3. Meditated regularly 4. Researched 'Riotwear' 5. Attended Virtual Seminars just for Me 6. Gained This Much Weight in Such a Small Amount of Time 7. Tried Digital Art 8. Hated my Home this much 9. Enjoyed a Video game 10. Tried this much New Music.… Continue reading Ten Things I’d Never Done Before 2020
Coffee & Conundrums 