Creative Process and Personal Journal
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it’s only because in my dream I’m a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands… – Pablo Neruda … Continue reading You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08
For me, it is impossible to quantify grief. To qualify it. To define it. It comes as a surprise. It comes as a wave. It comes suddenly. Or it comes on … Continue reading SOME PORTRAITS OF GRIEF.
December 23, 2015 3:52 PM As I write this, I await my brother to pick me up to take Tobey to the vet. I awoke yesterday with a painful heart, … Continue reading To live until we say good-bye. Tobey: Jan. 14, 2000-Dec. 23, 2015
Release Leap of faith Acceptance Peace Honorary Karin Roar Life rough on the seas Sacrifice Mother father daughter love Death Release Hope Promise Defence Loss Rose Thorn Thorsen Memorial Cycle … Continue reading Contemplating death, loss, hope, acceptance…
All of a sudden, all I want to do is organize mom’s closet, as she lies on the bed and chats with me, the parrot cuddling her hand, Tobey on … Continue reading Grief hits me when I least suspect it, with a solitary evening walk…
I’m working on a book with Dad and it’s a beautiful process. It’s about maintaining connections through art and with art. But as Dad goes through his past, and I … Continue reading Anxiety from anticipating/processing loss requires pulling out the tool kit. #journaling