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DRAWN TOGETHER, THE BOOK
MOLLY, THE GRAPHIC NOVEL
100 HERONS PROJECT
Drawn to Pets
60 years ago my mother became a mother. (Karin Kristina Orwald 1936 – 2008)
On this one year anniversary since Asterix passed, something poignant happened.
Mamma- a portrait.
The second letter. November 5, 1968.
Why do I keep the journals? Is there any value in the pain contained within?
Perhaps I am simply an explorer. Not seeking answers…
Until we meet again… dropping off Asterix
Good night, Asterix.
You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery.
A reminder that sometimes it is OK to do less.
A mother’s eulogy by Beverley Pomeroy
Slithering pancreatic serpent. #griefprocess
Here’s to us crawling to the finish line…
You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08
“Always, remember, you are the best.” No, you were, Pappa. #toliveuntilwesaygoodbye
On Autumnal endings and beginnings in October
‘Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.’ Journaling exercise
SOME PORTRAITS OF GRIEF.
In place of death there was light.
I thought my achy body was grief but perhaps it is birth.
A letter to my father, 3 years later, at our favorite table.
When grief is like a wave crashing on shore…
Self-imposed exile- let it go, let it go.o
I know in my heart though, this is healthy grieving. I am processing.
Contemplating death, loss, hope, acceptance…
Grief hits me when I least suspect it, with a solitary evening walk…
Sunday morning visit with my mother.
I thought I was holding on to this ONE life I knew. #journal
Losing heart… Fix or accept?
I could hear her heart stop.
Saying goodbye to the life of Riley.
The darkness is not always there. But the mask slips at times. #journal
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
“Leaving behind in autumn’s advent…” My father’s last tax filings.
My parents’ skeletonized forms… #Journal ramblings on the seabus…
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 3: Because you are only a seed
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 2: IDENTIFY THE FIRST MILESTONE
The darkening cathedral: processing the emotion of missing. #grief #saudade #journalexercise
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. #journalexercise
These days when I dream of Dad, he is walking. #drawntogether #fatherdaughter
I miss the mundane to-do lists from my Dad. I miss the supply run. The putter of routine.
Saudade: the emotion of missing. #grief
Change. What does it mean to you? #journalexercise
A pencil box. Regarded with reverence.
Dad’s last day. #livinguntilwesaygoodbye
Dad’s inner work… leaving one’s ‘self’ to enter nakedly with no agenda. #livinguntilwesaygoodbye
We’ve become a band of gypsies. #livinguntilwesaygoodbye
… the proper sorrows of the soul. #grief #journal
JOURNAL: process out the stickiness
Books as life rafts.
Desperately seeking Karin… #journal #grief #arttherapy
Anxiety from anticipating/processing loss requires pulling out the tool kit. #journaling
Mnemosyne : Greek Goddess of Memory and Mother of the Muses. Love letter to my mom.
Weekly artist series: Week 9 Part 2 SUE COE: A mother dying
Weekly artist series: Week 5 Part 4 of 4 STORYTELLING #FaithRinggold #arttherapy “She flew straight to San Francisco”
Part 32 of 35 daily journal workshop. GRIEF. #arttherapy
Woman-Artist-Pain-Power. The #FridaKahlo series.
#Disintegration- #TheSketchbookProject pages 15-20
Sometimes you have to stay home and cry. #Grief and #TheSketchbookProject pages 13/14