where have I been
and trying to find my way.
minimal childcare and the new old house and art shows and client work and managing my own ongoing grief work and anxiety.
i asked my new therapist about the grief, the why now, the what the hell, the why, the why, the why
and she said that grief does not have a time table.
it is not about calendars
it is about when you are strong enough
strong enough to come apart
strong enough to weather the storms, I guess. bend, not break. or break and mend. or break and make patterns with the pieces and call it art.
so this has been hard, strangely and unexpectedly.
grief and shame and oh
just so much of that.
and a vulnerability, raw, perpetual, just below the joy.
so I find myself laughing
I find myself
I am painting a little but not as much as I need to (4 shows in 2015!)
not as much as I need to for me
still finding my way into my new identity as Kate.
I told my sister today, light can't get in if there are no cracks.
I hold my hands open, a bowl, to welcome the light.
wishing on you all, and us all, peace and fullness and hope and laughter, health and wellness and humor and moments of bliss. i send you big love.