I've been away for a while, mainly due to writer's block--not having the words to write what I felt--and something more: not having experiences worth writing about, or assuming I have naught to make art from as I go through my sedentary routine of work, eat, read, and sleep. But that's not necessarily true that... Continue Reading →
On Embracing Death and Life
I’ve been indecisive lately, trying to decide if I should or shouldn’t post this and then just decided to do it anyway. 🙂 A few weeks ago, J. gave me an assignment. It took forever to begin it but I finally sat at my typewriter and just wrote it out on my birthday:
A Diagnosis is NOT a Life Sentence
Dear Lovelies, It's 4:08 in the morning as I type this. The reason I'm up this early is that I was thinking of the past few years of my life, as it relates to thorns in my flesh. I was thinking about the conversation I had with my friend, and how we agreed that it... Continue Reading →
Being in a State of Unicorn
Yesterday, J. suggested, in the middle of a conversation, that I write down every emotion I was afraid to face and name while going through this process, this balancing act, of belief. The first thing I wrote down was "confused". That one came too easily, followed by more expected feelings like "emptiness" and "loneliness." The... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 