Christmas, a day of religious to some.
To others is about gifts and family get togethers.
To the world it is another day of beliefs from a different viewpoint, mindset and dogma.
I wonder how my hubby and I will pass the day, work, play, ignorance is bliss?
I what I raised as, what my hubby believes, what another family holiday without our sons means.
For now, I am okay. He is okay. We are okay.
However, it will remind us yet again of our loss.
The only comfo
Thanksgiving has come and gone this year of 2022.
I remember the laughter, songs, jokes and the joy of gathering together.
The quiet of the evening give way to the night.
That is when the pain returns, small things appear in flashes of memory, touch, and sounds.
The grief is still there hidden in the background.
Yet, I know that I must not follow this path into a sad, isolated, loneliness.
My family, friends, my life itself are proof of Life continuing.
I do no
*The image above is the cover to a story that I'm working to share and work through this second round of grief. *
I sit here, holding my proverbial pen over digital paper and wonder what I could possibly write about my life these past few years that I've been absent from my online life. Am I hoping for a retrospective confirmation that I'm still on a path of healing and away from self-imposed negativity? It started during 2017 with a separation from my partner after marriage. I u
Every once in a while I travel around google images and look for ideas that I cloud possible replicate with my own hands. Mostly under the search term of Homesteading, Traditional architecture of the past or Survival tricks of the trades. Other times I am inspired by the books I read or posts that I see to seek images such as nomadic hand carvings thanks to the Bride Story manga. Artworks and practical pieces that will encourage sturdy long lasting builds upon any piece of land that I hope to
Come all ye holidays, days of worship and times of feasts.
Come all ye people to celebrate, worship and to eat.
Come all ye spirits the living, deceased and the fae.
Harken to our windows, tables and doorways.
Making merry, popping cherries and rejoicing as we feast.
No year is quite complete without a gathering of all people near and far.
They set away their differences and embrace each other as they are.
Come all ye seasons long or short and tarry with us a w
There is no other feeling that can compare to what I feel browsing through these hallowed forums again. From the people I have come to know and care for to those I have yet to meet. The sweet call of this place online formed by our words is a haven to the real world around us.
Sometimes we need such a sanctuary to escape, unwind, or terrorize and I am so estatic with it's return. I would caress my online home like a lover come home after a dark sleeplessness night if it were to physica
Well loss like that is hard to ever let it go. It stays with you, and I am sorry you have gone through this.
In my experience it helps me to type it up even if no one reads it. I have an ongoing word file on my laptop just called “life”. It has pretty much all my memories good or bad. Which I keep adding to. Just my way of dealing with trauma and grief. Even if it’s just to listen or read your messages we are here, just a message away.
Start strong, keep stepping forward enjoying the everyday accomplishments, take a breather, greet the morning sun, thank the gentle moon and lastly take the next step forward after each breather.