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
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.
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
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
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
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