An essay about joy.
Working through feelings of sorrow, freedom, love, and retribution.
What does it mean to define yourself in adulthood, separate from the trauma our parents unknowindlgy inflicted on us?
Journal entry I’ve been thinking a lot about time and the passage of it. I can’t believe 2010 was 8 years ago. That so much has happened and changed, and that I can sometimes still feel stuck. Even with all that’s different about me and mine today, I feel unmoved and perhaps like my oldContinue reading “Timeless”
Today has been a really good day. Nothing eventful has happened, nothing but me filling up my own space and head in the most pleasant ways. This is the most I’ve written in a very long time in terms of consistency (I write every day) and meaningful content. In contrast to my journal entries fromContinue reading “Writing today”
The woman perched on her balcony breathing nicotine and talking to the trees was called Lady by people of the town. To spirit-folk, governments, and castaways alike she was simply Lady, for her name and ancestors were unknown, and theirs was a town sorely of names and ancestors. Maidens and sir-names were passed around likeContinue reading “Lady (character sketch)”