Nothing puts me at ease like painting. Decided to do a mural. It’s my first one. Was always so terrified to try my hand. This was an unplanned thing. I painted the wall, which was all I was going to do. Then just kept going. Glad I did. It was good therapy. There are words … More Therapy
Things that are keeping me moving. As always, Art. I painted up the old roaster to match the kitchen I am working on. He looks snazzy.
It has almost been 3 months since my son’s passing. Still processing. I find myself analyzing myself a lot. Wondering if I am doing it correctly. As in, am I sad enough? I should be more sad, I should be curled up on the couch or in my bed. Not eating. Not wanting to participate … More Dance
INTO THIS DEEP 