I will never stop loving you. I am grateful for the love you gave...
The absence of you…
The dog days…
The grief has begun...
Monster of my Memories.
My grief rattles around, inside the depths of my soul, clanging against my bones, aches into my viscera. It permeates into everything I do and am. But you do not see it, you see a smile or a laugh, an outward expression of who I used to be. Beneath the pleasantries, my grief rolls around... Continue Reading →
When birthdays are no longer something to celebrate…
Hello lovely mortals! It has been a tick. So much has changed but also in the same sense much has remained the same. I have been thinking of writing quite a bit lately but carving out any time for myself lately seems like an overwhelmingly large task. I have started back to school and between... Continue Reading →
What colour is your grief?
got to thinking about what colour my grief is and if I could label it. Has this ever been something you have thought of? I think it must be much like rating your pain on a numerical scale, helpful to some but mostly just an arbitrary number that doesn't quite ring true to anyone else but you.
The Loss(es) and Grief are thick…
A discussion on the losses i have experienced recently
When the grief doesn’t end and doubles down…
Hello Lovely humans, It has been quite awhile since I've last wrote and for that I am sorry but I truly haven't had the time nor the headspace. These past several months have been both hard and heavy, though I feel I carry it pretty well it does not make it any less arduous. Being... Continue Reading →
A homage to the rain…
I love the rain. I love the way it smells, also known as petrichor. I love that it feels like the world is cleansing itself to start afresh. I love that when it rains things get quieter. I relish silence. For someone who spends a proportional time talking and engaging with other humans I deeply love silence.
Where are we now? What is this place?
In the face of covid-19 how do we continue to move forward?
The Art of Dying 