There’s something thrilling about writing. Maybe now I can save my voice for making rude noises in public – you know the kind you like to blame on other people. Also, I have no real expectations about what I put down, even though I am still slightly obsessed with correct grammar.
Recently, I have found myself in an interesting spot. Questions abound in my heart of hearts, although my attempts to stay on an even keel frequently belie even my own mental state.
I have no idea if two people can peacefully coexist. Until I figure it out, I’ll stay where I am, in my little modest apartment that has 783 sq.ft. of space with the master bedroom functioning as my fabric and clay studio combined… did that all winter at the tiny house I moved out of and it worked. At peace with me.
Today is August 4, 2009. I’m ok, sort of. Two weeks ago, my mom took her last breath in this lifetime. I’m not sure where I am sometimes. Isn’t it odd how the brain works at times like these. Periodically, I am at an extreme and deep sadness, unable to function. At other times, I can actually laugh. Odd.
Thanks for reading.
and one from the front:
that 2nd photo is so lovely xxx