Tag: neurodivergent
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self-inquiry with paper
what works? what doesn’t work? what’s necessary? what feels like a boulder? -
The Tarot Diaries: the moon
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The Tarot Diaries, my 78-week project has had me delving deeper than I anticipated, much faster than expected. In today’s post I share about self-identity, the myth of Narcissus, the cloudy depths of the subconscious, dealing with the throes of sobriety and memory loss. Trigger warnings are listed at the beginning of the essay. It’s a vulnerable one folks.
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Creative cycle diagram, and a creative co-working video for body doubling
This is an expansion on the creative cycle model that came through earlier this summer. I am on week seven of the artists way, this came through during a morning pages session and I had to create it in procreate. Would anyone like a free printable? -
ADHD mom trying to be Soccer mom
A vulnerable representation of me, a ADHD mom, trying really hard to do soccer mom things because my kids need to run.
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I finished a sweater and update on the artists way (week two)
freehand crochet sweater done, using lots of yarn from the first fiber festival I went to earlier this year 💚 my creativity takes many forms. 🦋
I am on week 2 of the artist’s way, where I saw more struggle and reward. -
For when moments slip through fingers like sand
a poem written yesterday
in a hurry
because everything felt fleeting
But that’s okay
Each second is a molecule
Slowly moving past my
Point of perception
We do what we can
White-knuckle
Grip on reality
Try not to let
The whirlwind yank us free
But maybe it’d be better
If we just let go. -
Keep trying
A poem on staying alive and present in a heart-shattering world. Every night I take a walk around sunset, and I almost always take photos of what I see to remember the moments that remind me of the interconnectedness of all things. It’s a reminder that we are all god, and all the space between all things is god, and at our basic level, we are all the same. As a recovering addict, it can be hard to witness this world that sees children and people dying and suffering in unjust ways. The moment I feel my cells buzzing with the call of brothers and sisters all across this planet, I know I am alive…if just for now. And I can keep going. And I will keep trying. -
Updates in my art journal
In my art journal lately 
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