a Living Breathing Journal of My PTSD Journey. as I Paint through the Pain & Celebrate Life.
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Monday, October 26, 2015
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Songs of Sky Loom
Oh our Mother the Earth oh our Father the Sky
Your children are we
with tired backs we bring you the gifts you love
So weave for us a garment of brightness
May the warp be the white light of the morning
May the weft be the red light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow
Weave for us this bright garment
that we may walk where birds sing
where grass is green
Oh our Mother the Earth oh our Father the Sky
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Reality~ I'm the Girl who holds the World in a paper cup.
Every things gonna be alright~ Reality setting in~ I use to go on ,and on about opening a store. Then reality set in, I am coming to terms with the way things are. That may not be in My future. I need a partner, for I have come to terms I do not have the mental capacity. This is My new self, and I am learning to embrace it. Head trauma is a serious thing, I'm learning there is no turning back. I do the best I can, and I try to be My best version of Me everyday. I am filling My workshop with projects for Christmas, I can only show You half for most gifts are personalized.
See Ya soon, Love MotherSky Dragonfly X[]
See Ya soon, Love MotherSky Dragonfly X[]
Friday, October 2, 2015
Missing in action~That's where I've been [ In an Altered state ] Mars
MIA/ had a TIA (Transient Ischemic Attack) it's kinda of a mini stroke. I felt like I was struck by lightning on the top of My left side of My head. The Good news is once again I feel like a cat with 9 lives...... Always glad to be alive. The pain in My body is as if, I walked through a pane of glass. In an altered state. The creative fields in My mind are in full bloom. An a telepathic energy comes with it, along with a foreseeing of future moments. Tangled up with imprints of people passing through rooms. Where energy from people who have passed illuminates, from there belongings. It's a one foot in this universe, and one foot out sensation. For instance Edger Allan Poe, favored his burgundy robe. And although there is the finding of water on Mar's, the water is metallic. Unworthy for drinking, so don't book You ticket just yet. Be back soon X[]
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