and winter settled into Beach Bunny's life. she was cold. she felt raw and empty inside.and though seasons were passing it was always winter in Beach Bunny's heart.
the sun set on her dreams of a life with her Dragon.
she would have no home with him.
she was completely alone. she had to protect herself now, find her own way alone. she foraged and humbled herself to get by.
hope, the most important thing a person, and a Beach Bunny, needs to survive, was hanging on by a thread.
how did i get here?
my husband, my beautiful Dragon, died suddenly at 12:03 AM on 9 February 2009. there was a cold, lovely full moon and 3 feet of snow on the ground. i "slept" for the following 10 months and "woke" to the physical and emotional pain and torments of deep grief. i "woke" to find i had moved the day of his funeral and that i am lost. i am looking for me while i figure out the abstract, unanswerable questions that follow behind any death. my art has evolved. his death changed that as well because i am forever changed and will forever bear the mark of losing the only man i can ever love.
there is alive and there is dead and there is a place in between. i am here wholly in my heart for my children, but i feel empty inside at this time. i miss him. i have not gotten very far in my grief journey. i make no apologies for this.
this is my place, my blog, where i write to tell the universe that i am still here.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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These photos say it all in describing the winter that lodges in one's soul. They are hauntingly vivid and honest.
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