The whole world is experiencing an extraordinary, difficult and dangerous time. I can’t help but to wonder: Am I ready to die? A journal entry from August 2013 Is it ok … Continue reading I can’t help but to wonder: Am I ready?
Ever get this way? Staring at your to do list, and not moving? Feels like a slow bleed, but the blood is flowing backwards causing a brain sting. I get … Continue reading I get this ways sometimes.
Previously on PND: Instalment 1: Introduction Instalment 2: The First Entries Instalment 3: Do Tendu Jetés en Balance Instalment 4: Sex Education Today’s instalment: © Katarina Thorsen … Continue reading Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 5- They don’t know what it is.
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. – John Muir When I am in the forest in Stanley Park, and sit down on the … Continue reading I can feel the planet churning…
Researching a seemingly unrelated subject tonight, I was thrown down into a pit of dark memory of betrayal and attack to my heart. How strange to be reminded of that … Continue reading What if memories are allies?
Journal entry April 16, 2018 San Jose Airport [unedited] It is so odd to take time out from the trajectory of every day in these journeys… to get off the tracks … Continue reading Journal entry April 16, 2018 San Jose Airport
When public goes private, do I lose you? I am so used to sharing my creative process openly– and now I find myself in a new state of being, where … Continue reading When public goes private, do I lose you?
Journal entry: If I close my eyes, what age do I go back to? Usually I go back to age six. But today as I close my eyes, I am 22, … Continue reading Homework- writer’s group: close your eyes…
Something new is brewing. This new thing will require that I dig deeper, reveal more and share some things previously unshared. But in order to do that– I … Continue reading My narrative.
I sit on the 23, heading home… leaning my head against the window. The bus is full. It’s damp outside and damp inside. I have a seat, a warm seat … Continue reading Perhaps I am simply an explorer. Not seeking answers…
This past weekend, my sweet friend from university days gave me a bunch of letters I had written to her around 1984-86. Fascinating look into my “reality” then. I put reality in … Continue reading More than kisses, letters mingle souls… and I am not your fault.