“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing.” Georgia O’Keeffe
Lake Superior Sunset Lines scribbled on wrinkled pages. Lines riddled on wrinkled faces. Times march relentless. Stories told in colored ink. Once young and scared, we blink at our reflections. Still bright eyes hold memories deep. Life half lived. Twilight comes. Sunset colors seep. Shedding armor, ill fitting, too tight. We embrace our nakedness, and... Continue Reading →
I have been thinking lately about my life. A life lived mostly to please others or to keep myself safe. I am allowing myself to dream about what I really want, like, need, and what brings me joy. Understanding my past and just how trauma programmed me to behave in certain ways, ways that were... Continue Reading →
It is 17 degrees outside. The biting wind is blowing and swirling a heavy snowfall. I watch from the safety of my cozy little home, thankful. We are supposed to get up to two feet of snow today and it is well on its way at with 6 inches fallen at just past noon. I... Continue Reading →
I have been attempting to write and journal without whitewashing the truth. This is hard for me. I seem to not be able to write things that may cause people to judge another person. Even if that person's behavior was deplorable. I hide my own truth for fear of causing THEM discomfort or embarrassment. A... Continue Reading →
For holiday gifts this year I felted up a few gnomes. This one I named Jasper and gave to my daughter. I also stuck a little crystal in his cap. I just think he turned out cute. And that is all I have for today LOL Happy crafting!
I have been art journaling for many years. I am not really sure when I started. I have journaled or kept a diary since I was just a child, and I would often draw in my journals, but art journaling is different. What drew me to the idea of art journaling is that it allowed... Continue Reading →
Playing with pan pastels today. I love this medium. The colors are so vibrant and blend so beautifully. Every time I use them, I ask myself why I don't use them more. I think it is that fear of "wasting" them that I mentioned on Saturdays post. This year I give myself permission to USE... Continue Reading →
Blackout poetry is a form of expression that uses the pages from discarded books. You first take notice of the words that pop out at you and then try to form them into a thought or mini stories. Then you take a black marker and black out all the other words on the page. You... Continue Reading →
Looking Within - Photo by Feral Trigger Warning - For anyone dealing with childhood trauma, PTSD, DID, OSDD. This and many of my posts are about my experience and my healing process. Read with caution and care for your own minds and well being. It is difficult for me to expose myself in this way.... Continue Reading →
Becoming Feral 