This daily archiving series is about organizing and dating my journal collection, as well as acknowledging the self-directed violence as important therapeutic shadow work. Processing
Tag: memory
Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 9- Torpet
Previously on PND: Instalment 1: Introduction Instalment 2: The First Entries Instalment 3: Do Tendu Jetés en Balance Instalment 4: Sex Education Instalment 5: They Don’t
A reminder that sometimes it is OK to do less.
I have been slow all day– I am trying to allow myself time to stop without guilt, to allow this feeling of weariness, this reminder
You are motherhood. You are the greatest mystery. Karin 17/09/36-08/11/08
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
For me, art has no end- there is no end product… A drawing by my father.
I was staying over at my brother and sister-in-law’s place the other day, spending delicious time with my niece and nephew. I went to the downstairs
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.
Weighted and achy heart today on Mother’s Day. Missing Mom is an expected constant in my life. But I am so blessed to have been
Mnemosyne : Greek Goddess of Memory and Mother of the Muses. Love letter to my mom.
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.
“Fresh sheets.” Journal exercise: your favorite memory. #arttherapy
Write for 10 minutes about your favorite memory. Maybe a favorite unusual moment in time. Stream of consciousness. No censorship. Keep the pen