I don’t bleed anymore. Finding solace in journal pages.

Pausing at the well.

There are times of no ideas… – Lynda Barry (but there is always process)

I am at home in the mosses…

The importance of doodling…

I am happy among my books – I am not happy without them. – Anne Lister

There is that one thing I must do before I die.

I am not depressed today.

Silent interiors…

Sunday pause. Sunday paws.

Did the song of the sparrows trigger a genetic memory?

Vision 2019: COURAGE

Mind mapping this month’s Power Path as personal therapy.

Spirit Guide.

Die into life.

Grateful for the once upon a time…

Every stitch a thought- problem solving embroidering drawings.

What if memories are allies?

Journal entry April 16, 2018 San Jose Airport

Friday night check in: effortless action.

Being ace, full of peACE

Ear to the ground… Another recurring theme…

Practicing neutrality.

Why do I keep the journals? Is there any value in the pain contained within?

My Big Vision and Mission 2018

Until we meet again… dropping off Asterix

Reclaiming the act of creating…

The crown ripped away. Journal musings.

Sacred Sunday. Journal Entry

Eclipse therapy.

Joyful Living: Relaxation and Creativity with Michele Lilyanna

What if today, I just NOT worry?

From the heart- a 15 day journal exercise Part 14: Dying Contemplation

From the heart- a 15 day journal exercise Part 13: The Act of Dying

From the heart- a 15 day journal exercise Part 9: A Commitment to Life

From the heart- a 15 day journal exercise Part 8- Noticing

From the heart- a 15-day journal exercise: Part 3

From the Heart- a 15-day journal exercise: Part 1

Anticipation: revisiting a journal exercise

My Stanley Park observations find their way into “Molly” at unexpected times

What the sock pigs taught me…

Routine? No, ROOTine.

For I need to SPEAK FREELY. Without restraint…

Slithering pancreatic serpent. #griefprocess

Here’s to us crawling to the finish line…

The creative life putters on with audacity and hope.

You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08

Journal exercise: I Found My Way Home

Ode to the carnation- “nature’s bastards”

On Autumnal endings and beginnings in October

What being ace means to me. #asexual musings

Stillness of the hummingbird.

We are made of star-stuff…

SOME PORTRAITS OF GRIEF.

It is important now for me to honor this call for retreat. #creativeprocess

Journal exercise: self-care and self-compassion

The permanent analogy of things by images which participate in the life of truth.

Messages from Angels…

The timeless/spaceless mid zone of creative process and chatting with the dead…

Mamma.