The Orphan and what I can offer.

It took me 20 years from Vernasso to Damascus.

Week 01 : Recovering a Sense of Safety

This process of emptying, sorting, cleaning dusty areas of the heart, going through old photographs of the mind, feeling, acknowledging, ...

iI you are a fragile client, who is in need of support and compassion, and understanding: how fair is it that your therapist bares herself?

I liked the simplicity and congruence, from start to finish, of the whole exhibition: simple lines, mono-colour in its own various tones.

The Artist Manifesto. Because this is who I am. I am not a painter, I am not a designer, I am not a sculptor. I am flowing. A flow-er.

Again, I felt the same vibe: independence, opportunities, possibilities, openness. Trust. She allowed me to trust her, again, and so I did.

Find your tribe and then thrive

I will continue my pilgrimage in exploring who I am taking my time to stop in relevant places and honour time and the lessons I am learning.

I am actually writing. Not this blog, not the research for college, or stuff for my other job. I don’t mean that. I mean real writing.

I went outside in the backyard and peeked through the windows at two police vans parked in my street and looking very busy.

Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien, Sinome maruvan are Hildinyar, Tenn’ Ambar-metta, I hum to myself while walking upstairs.

I was alone in the large studio, drawing while standing up, listening to my music and singing along and swaying while holding a brush.

There is a void in me. I can feel and almost touch this void. This void is calling me, and I need to address it first.

My desire now is for life to surprise me.

What everyone understood is that love hasn’t ended.

The pleasure, the physical and emotional satisfaction of playing, testing, doing, making, breaking, and then doing it again.

I am waiting. I am in a state of expectation. Almost suspended breathing...

And my JouJou, covered in wool, will ride her dragon, surrounded by sparrows, and she will protect the Great Whale.