My Small Stones: August 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

∼ We have the best friends ever ∼

I wake up hoping

that the last 3 1/2 weeks have been a bad dream.

But this morning

like every morning now

the truth hits me

in my chest

in my heart

the absurd truth that

my son actually did die

on July 14.

So my day continues in a daze

of automatic actions

until I can go back to bed

once again hoping

that I can
somehow
wake up from this nightmare.

In the middle of all this

I try to find spaces to

pause, mindfully,

through

drawing, writing and photography

and to express and share my

pain

and my art work
in a self therapeutic way.

∼ Self caught dinner brings great satisfaction ∼