"The best way out is always through." said Robert Frost and at the moment I am living the truth of it.
Last night, yoga felt like a desperate, life-saving act.
"The best way out is always through." said Robert Frost and at the moment I am living the truth of it.
Last night, yoga felt like a desperate, life-saving act.
So you've cried and raged and slept it off and talked it through and you know you're not finished yet. Bring it to the pages. Let it out. Let it speak with paint and glue and images when you have no words and words when they roar through you.
This is where I started and where I went from there. There's a whole journal of it. And it's helping. You knew it would
{yargh, I wrote this whole thing on my phone, and the app lost it. You know I won't be able to write it like that again. Sigh.}
I am newly back from Canada.
I am struggling with things that I can't talk about here.
I am grateful for family.
I am making meditation part of my everyday (finally).
I am back in my art journal (finally).
I am making big decisions.