Welcome to my bedside. These are my friends who hang out at night
by the king size bed. It features loads of vintage hand knitted
granny rugs piled on top for snuggling.
I am spending a bit of time here.
Plenty of room, as Bruce usually creeps up during the night
to become a ball of black and white paw twitching, snoring canine love.
You can spot an early pic of Don and I in the image below,
kindly taken by the ex hubby. Yes ex hubby and I are still friends.
Apart from a bedroom makeover, the new project is me.
I have not been feeling all that great and it is time for some digging.
Living with complex PTSD is something you manage,
another round of sessions with a professional is called for.
Photographer Cloe Newman sums it up well below:
It's time to go inward to review,
dig up and hopefully turn over some new soil to the light.
For those with eyes to see, this will not be news, nor revelation,
but grrl+dog does not whine.
Grrl+dog does not whine or whimper.
Another place is holding thoughts on matters darker and less frivolous
than here. Rest assured, I will always bark with my own voice
and color outside the lines. Right now, it's more like painting
outside the lines in the old AA book when I can.
The studio has it's own dust layer right now. Thanks to Medicare,
I have a great clinical psychologist, and 10 sessions rebated
at 70% by the government. I am looking into the
large blank gaps of my clouded and foggy memory.
Childhood innocence is a chord that sounds strong and true in all my work,
and is the thing least present in my real life.
The other blog balances. It tells the truth, contains wild theories,
holds the mysteries about what happened as near as I can tell.
The memories are returning, slowly, and after every session
I am exhausted, so the lovely pink bedroom is a new sanctuary.
Fear not, we will resume our normal broadcasting.
No invitations to the new blog, it's very raw and word heavy
with few pretty pictures.
If I know you and you ask, I will send the link.
Otherwise stay here and enjoy the light.
a small reminder of where we have been on my dresser.