On this Good Friday I find it fitting my somber grief. As I reflect on the fact that instead of enjoying my vacation week planned with Dean Blixt, I found myself sitting in the middle of Grief Camp. Good Grief!
Healing through art, tools for healing and hanging out among others enduring heartbreak and loss, definitely not my kind of vacation. Besides wanting to run out during break and head far, far away never to return to this reality, I somehow held on to the Stepping Stones of Hope shining down on me in those moments, only this time I stay and I wait and I continue to look forward to my own resurrection.
I’m not an artist but note my Boo/ghost I found among broken tile and a red broken heart and my mirror reflecting sadness and sand jar of time and our pure Joy … our animals!
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