Here the story takes yet another profound and unbelievable turn. The nineteen-year-old tells of the bizarre and amazing experiences that create the extreme defining transition from her childhood to … ‘where am I now?’ She is being carried. She can have no idea what will happen next. Thank you,...
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You Made Your Bed
The story now takes a turn becoming more of a challenge. I include a warning at the close of this post. My seventy-one-year-old current self steps back allowing this story to be written. The nineteen-year-old self has waited for a very long time to tell of her experience. ...
Dark at the End of the Tunnel
Thank you for being here. I’m allowing my inner nineteen-year-old to share her experience. She has been frozen in time. I could have stopped these posts a few weeks ago. In the midst of the pandemic of COVID-19 virus circumnavigating the globe I can hear myself say, ‘Don’t we...
Not Ready for the Real World
Every act rewards itself, or in other words, integrates itself, in a twofold manner; first in the thing, or in real nature; and secondly in the circumstance, or in apparent nature. Men call the circumstance the retribution. Compensation | Ralph Waldo Emerson The world ‘out there’ is...
A Bad Dream
In this series of posts, I’m stepping aside so that the nineteen-year-old Younger Self can freely speak to her experience in 1968. Even with our world moving through the Covid-19 crisis that currently confronts us I will continue to allow this Young One to share her story. Her story...
The Boys in the Band
The seventy-one-year-old self is stepping aside during this portion of the blog posts while my nineteen-year-old Younger Self comes forward to share her long-secret/hidden story … She surfaced last year during my recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have circled around to meet her in 1968,...
The Root of the Matter
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have curved beyond the experience of last year circling around to meet another time and place. Shortly after the injury, facing a long recovery period, I became aware that my inner nineteen-year-old had an experience...
Bad. Wrong. A Burden.
I’m currently mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I now share this experience, through the eyes of my nineteen-year-old. Why? Because she has been communicating with me and needs to hear her own voice. She has a report to give. She is not a victim and...
The Zig and the Zag
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I address my fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known as healing unfolds. I didn’t know the levels and layers that my 70-year-self would need to attend to. I share this healing experience with the...
The Weight of the World
Most unhappiness comes from not being able to sit quietly in a room. Pascal I’m mapping out a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. As a seventy-year-old artist, I am choosing to address the fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known while healing took...