Dear Readers, I am standing for the courage and the tenacity of this nineteen-year-old woman. In 1968 there is no term for post-traumatic stress. Her support system helping to ferry her through these rocky straits are the letter from Alice and the two books. I honor the time it has taken for her to reach […]
traumatic injury
Torn You Can Mend
Dear Readers, the nineteen-year-old continues to experience a year of separation. Separation from home and family, teen pregnancy, separation from her infant. She loses a sense of direction through displacement, entrapment, rape, and soul murder. Because of the LSD ‘medicine’, she becomes separated from her day to day consciousness, for better or worse. The Farm […]
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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 that she wanted to share. I […]
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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 has never felt a need to […]
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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 intention to ‘mind-map’ a creative recovery […]
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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 place. I could not have known […]
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After the Earthquake
The first handmade trail at the tree farm retreat in 2013 After the earthquake, I was pretty scared. Terrified really. It’s not easy to tell when I’m scared. My history has prepared […]
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Pay Attention Please
Creek bed at Blue Bird Gulch Tree Farm, Drozda Welcome to my first blog post in a year! After a sudden injury on December 6, 2018, I required all of my attention to focus on and devote my time to healing. It was early on that Thursday morning, which happened to be the 96th anniversary […]
