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: poetry
Flu poem.
Walking my old dog in Stanley Park today oh so slowly. My body brutalized by flu. Every joint aching. My head pounding with a migraine.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand. – Yeats
WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There
The umbilical cord. Mother-daughter journal series. PART 3: Because you are only a seed
AS I MOVE FORWARD INTO NEW CHAPTERS IN MY LIFE, I HAVE DECIDED THAT IT IS TIME TO FOCUS FULLY ON ME. (Hello, me!) IT
The darkening cathedral: processing the emotion of missing. #grief #saudade #journalexercise
I feel myself intertwined in the confusion of grief again. It’s caught up to me and it wants to attach itself to my muddled brain
A beautiful surprise in the mail! A book of poems by and from the inspiring Henry Denander!!
THANK YOU, HENRY! I met Henry Denander when he backed my Kickstarter project, Molly! I continue to be inspired as I find out more and
Part 14 daily journal workshop. BE THE MAP. #arttherapy
Daily Journal Workshop: Part 1 JUST WRITE Part 2 DRAW OUT THE WORDS Part 3 HEART Part 4 SPILL OUT COLLAGE Part 5 NAKED SCREAM
There’s a blue bird in my heart… Charles Bukowski, poet
Henry Charles Bukowski (born Heinrich Karl Bukowski; August 16, 1920 — March 9, 1994) Coffee and Ink, 1999 From Bukowski’s AS