Years ago, I majored in art and I loved it. I enjoy my jewelry designing. However, I find that that want to do art. I’ve had dreams of me doing artwork. I felt that I wasn’t able to bring it to fruition. Have no clue of what medium to work with or what. Need to draw!
I spent my weekend on Pinterest to see if there is anything that jumps off the page at me. what I loved was working with pen and ink. I see I love using color. That sings to me. I used to do calligraphy and love all the different ways to work with letters. Plus I love all the swirls! So I ordered my supplies and I’ve started practicing. A lot of the pictures I’ve posted on here were from color by number. I see that I will go in reverse. I feel that is a great tool for learning sometimes. I look at a finished product and then back through the process. I will practice the pictures. I’ll notice how they use the coloring. The shading and the hues. I will do this!
When I found that image of quill pen and ink. I felt that it had to do something with my writing too. We will see what shows up.
I had a rough week this week. Yes, I miss you too! I’ve been so sensitive about the silliest of things. I caught myself crying. I’ve tried so much to stay strong. Then the flood gates opened and they didn’t stop. I feel that sometimes it is so hard to stay strong you have to give yourself a break. Regroup and start all over again. Each time it gets less and less time between strong times.
All week I stayed on the couch. Did not do much. Numb. I just don’t like that. It is not right. Then I start with the wrong foods. This morning I said Stop!
Then I said to myself that it is ok to have a good cry. You lost 2 children. You gave birth to them, you raised them, fed them, clothed them, and everything else that goes along with raising children. All of a sudden they are pulled out from under you. You watched them suffer. Your heart is still connected to them. Poof…they are gone. What an empty feeling. They were adults they had their own lives. They were out on their own. But I really miss them! That is ok!
Today I’m typing this from my computer, opposed to the tablet. I am in my office and ready to start designing some jewelry. Hope you have a great day!
I’m only 2 months in from my loss from my younger son Allen. I do ok. I have my moments but I’m functioning. I am doing well with my sugar numbers, even though I had a perfectly good reason to go haywire.
But then came another blow. My dear friend of over 20 years, took ill in hospital and I lost her yesterday. She does not live near me. I was blessed to be able to say goodbye to her. Her daughter put the phone up to her ear. Even though we did not live near. We were on the phone daily chatting. To me, that was a visit. We helped each other through the toughest of time. Yes, she was there for me when both my sons passed. We were there for each other at times for celebration too.
My heart is so heavy right now. I feel that grief is trauma. When you have to deal with so much of it…it takes a toll on you. This is the second friend within a year that has passed from kidney failure. What this is showing me, is that I need to stay diligent with my food plan and avoid the sugars. Take care of myself. This goes back to why I even started this blog. I want to live.
I have been functioning pretty decent when it comes to grieving. I have put my effort into learning about blogging and thinking about interesting things.
The death certificate came in for my son and the reality again set in of the fact that he is no longer here physically. No more laughter, and teasing and funny faces. I know he is in spirit. I have been doing auto writing and have held conversations with both my sons. I know they are in good hands with spirit. However, the finality of it hit me.
Before I got myself into a spiral downward I came to the desktop and started to write. This is so healing for me and I hope it helps others who are grieving. Because you have someone significant in your life pass on, doesn’t mean you have to die too. They want us to live. I’m choosing to do this. As I write this sometimes, I’m working on convincing myself. So far it is working!
I found when I wake up in the morning. I start off my day with positive thoughts I can keep my attention focused. I have to keep busy. Timing now is essential, because If I allow myself to get caught up in grief. I get nothing done. It is ok to reflect. But I’m choosing to move forward. I’m a good one for a good pity party.
I am reflecting on a time when things worked well in my life. I was religious (only thing I’m religious about) is keeping a planner. Because when you write it down and you check it off you create energy. When you don’t check it off you deplete energy.
That can start off a whole new task for me though. Which size planner do I want? Will it fit in my pocketbook? Should I put it on my phone, or write it down. I decided to get a week at a time calendar with all the planets on it. Because I want to learn astrology this year. Then I keep a piece of paper in there with my to-do list. This works, no fuss!!
I look at it every day to see what I have planned. It is a great way to start my day. I keep it in front of me (fits in the pocketbook) and it keeps me focused, refocused, focused again! How do you keep the attention focused?
You are no different than I. I may believe in one thing, you another. But there is only one source, creator. I choose to look at what unites us, not separates.
I have learned different types of thoughts and philosophies along the way in my journey. What I found is that the languaging is what separates us. So many instances we are saying the same things. But because I may not say it the same way that you do, doesn’t mean that I’m coming from an evil source, or am not from the light.
I am a healer. I am a Reiki Healer. I only work with the highest and best purpose. I have been trained in other forms of healing and techniques. All works in unison.
Right now I am working at getting myself back on the mends. Losing two children to illness is not an easy task to crawl out of. I am. I feel the calling to get back to healing. When I know I will let you know.
I came over to my desk here to enter some blog posts. I saw a little box on the desk. I forgot about it. I opened it. I was some little jewelry pieces. One was the necklace of an Amsa that Allen Brought me from Israel. I forgot where I put it. Also was a little tiny ring that said I love you Mom. I chose this blue, because that was the color of his eyes.