Conversations on the Journey
Every person’s journey is different, from trauma to healing, from betrayal to finding a way to trust again. On days there were bus delays due to weather, my mother, sister and I used to sit in the early morning hours, and talk over hot tea–one of my few and cherished memories of us together.
Consider this an invitation for you to join me in our own tea and conversation, and explore not only the things that hurt us and the things that heal, but the hurting in our world and our hope for it.
Are you ready? Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable. I’ll put the kettle on.
~ demian
Taking up oxygen. You know that reference? When someone presumably worthless is using up valuable resources better used by someone else? It’s how a lot of survivors of abuse feel like. After pulling through an exceptionally long period of chronic fatigue, I took a short walk last night … more like a stroll. Then again […]
The air slowly takes off its winter jacket, draping a shawl of spring around its shaking-off-slumber shoulders. Birdsong emanates from the trees like their sister-leaves emerging from limbs that promise to stand stark against the sky no longer… Soon… I hear a whisper. Every moment breathes a promise. It is peaceful. I am peaceful. Not […]
Day 1 from Gabriela’s Book Club diyMFA. When did I become a writer? Happy the Sad Dog of Dogtown — don’t remember what spurred me to write that story, my first attempt at a chapter book. I just remember the joy of writing it as I labored over the steel keys that stuck out from […]
On November 1st, 2017, my world made a dramatic turn into a whole new direction. I had already gone back to work a couple weeks earlier, not very happy about it, but a necessity. My first night at work alone, I received a text from a friend who informed me the apartment in her home […]
As I take a step on the walk leading up to my house, I startle a monarch butterfly from my little flower garden. I’m hoping it’s one of my caterpillars come through the cycle of chrysalis to wings. It flies quickly away, lighting upon a hanging plant for half a moment before heading out to […]
I wrote the previous post the day after my last day at work. I worked a paying job in the mental health field for 20 years, on top of my role since childhood as mediator and advocate for family members with mental illness. After years of care-giving and the eventual loss of two loved ones […]
Well, Mama, I did it. I took that step off my balcony. The same balcony you affixed yourself to throughout your life, waiting for your boat to come up the river to take you away. Like you, I’ve spent a lifetime looking out over the moving water, life appearing to pass me by… but not […]
Last Tuesday my baby granddaughter came into the world. Today my youngest daughter turned 19. One is beginning her life. The other is continuing hers by taking a turn on a path that honors who she is as a person and artist. I hold my grandbaby in my arms and I think of new beginnings. […]
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