One of the chapters in The Artist’s Way is on recovering a sense of strength. One of the tasks is to pick a colour and describe myself in first person.
Linda Brailean created this blog to share feelings, facts & fiction with written & visual expressions. Through words & art, she shares thoughts, feelings & experiences through chapters of her life. From the eye of a child to a parent & becoming a grandma. Being a loving partner to becoming a widow. Through transitions; to exploring & expressing as she embraces new chapters. Her life may not be exciting enough to be a movie, but she proudly owns her story.
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
If I were a Colour, what would I be?
Saturday, May 16, 2020
Just one more time
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Eight years wasn't long enough - eighty years wouldn't have been either |
I wish I could relive every moment together.
From the moment we first met to the last goodbye.
If only I could feel your arms around me.
Your body pressed up against mine.
To hear you whisper I love you in my ear.
Just one more time.
Thursday, May 7, 2020
I Grieve
Thursday, April 30, 2020
Crave Sleep
Weary.
Saturday, April 25, 2020
To my 80 year old me
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
Finding my creative self - The Artist's Way
One of my dearest friends introduced me to a course created by Julia Cameron called The Artist’s Way. At first, I questioned if I should even consider participating as I would never consider myself an artist. I do admit I’ve always loved to dream, to write, to create. I wasn’t very confident and rather critical of my skills. I thought maybe one day I’d be ambitious enough to hone these skills, maybe even be good at something. Then life got in the way.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Grief is the price of love
As we approach five months since I last touched his hand, kissed his lips; I still feel empty, numb, lost, mundane. Each day takes me farther and farther away from him. My calendar is filled with 'first without' and memories 'last time with'. Life feels surreal. When this reality hits me, it practically takes my breath away. Moments where emotions are overwhelming, physical pain, crushing my chest, my broken heart. As time moves on, I become more familiar with this new existence. Gradually there are more moments where my smile is genuine and I do have a sense of 'normalcy'. His presence gave colour and vibrancy to my life. And his loss dulled it to a monochromatic grey. In time I'll add color to my palette, but will never match the verve we had.
A letter to my biggest critic
For most of my life, you’ve been by my side. A quiet whisper in my ear. Like a part of my shadow, you were there as I navigated through the decades. Where did you come from? When did you appear? And why?
From Teen to Tramp - Stories of She #3
STORIES OF SHE #3 From Teen to Tramp She wakes up startled, with a feeling of nausea. The lingering taste of liquor, mixing with the bile se...
