new growth on old wounds hurts. but I’ll keep dressing them and I won’t let them get infected

Did you hear about her? Hours passed. Days in fact. No laughing matter

so Covid stole our breath for a few days and we came out realising something … or someone … or something … had changed … or is it someone ..

Getting started on this exciting journey into ourselves through the expressive arts.

a photograph is one thing. a painting on canvas is another. what happens when we combine the two.?or have we blurred? canvas and lens. Life.

If every pocket were a story and the winding hollows were the journey … this could almost be a theatrical stand in for … Wait for it … wait

join the daily “challenge” And it’s as easy as committing to going for a wander each day and letting th experience serve you

we spent some time pulling ourselves apart and facing demons and hiding in caves and … we got a little further …

Some days the demons inside scream louder

today I grieve. and life responds

dissociation … read on

When “it’s ok to feel how I am today” has become my shackles, it is no longer ok.

It’s great we have the tools but it’s pretty not great when we NEED them. bLeH to dissociation! Can you relate?

What is lying at your feet? We noticed a broken piece of a gumnut. And then we played with the theme “seasons” … what can you create?

Dear 2021. What if I look past your flaws and really see you for what you were?

Maybe I’m just tired…