The house is a metaphor for your life, and what we always come back to is the basement, our childhood traumas, the role our parent's played and what they modelled in terms of relationships, our early experiences, and the things we bury so deep we never give a second thought to. All of these things require us to go through the process of healing...
simple support
Not long after, I emerged from the bedroom. Having finished my piece, I felt relieved, and calmed. As usual, the writing process put me in a completely different state. I'm still amazed by the conversations we can have together when a problem arises.
emotional days
Today was an emotionally draining day. It's hard trying to get through the day with a knot in your throat, and a retail smile on your face. Tears surfacing, but never over flowing, all the while your mind is on this loop, of the things you need to process, the things you want to write... Continue Reading →
afternoon’s off
This afternoon, after grocery shopping, and folding laundry, I sat down with a book and the balcony door open to let the fresh air flow in. Now as afternoon fades to evening, and I've managed to write something, it's time to start cooking...and maybe pour a glass of wine!
late night notes
I spent a few days being sick with a crazy fever. Thankfully it turned out to not be the flu. With the intense back pain, it could have been, but once the fever broke all I was left with was a killer headache for a day. It seems that I love my home so much... Continue Reading →
It’s been awhile…
According to my wordpress stats, ahem, its been 7 months since I've posted anything, and even before that, this blog has seen very little action in the last 2 years! What have I been waiting for?? A lot of things distracted me in the time since I returned from my year abroad in Italy. The... Continue Reading →
Solo traveler
so I got to thinking during my 24 hours of travel...