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I Took Back My Song

Published on December 1, 2010 in Art, Art Therapy and PTSD. 1 Comment

I did it.  I did it. I did it. I took my song back. It has taken absolutely forever to be able to say that but I can. When the song came on the radio I’d nearly kill myself to change the channel because it physically hurt to hear it but now it’s on my iPod and I hear it nearly everyday without flinching. I love the harmony but I especially love the words. The idea that life could grow from frozen ground into pure beautiful is what touches me so much.

 

On my art site I have a new painting called The Rose. (Extra details and close ups are over there too.) The painting shows one single rose in full bloom standing tall on top of a gold and copper tipped mountain. It stands there like a flag marking its ground. Back during the rush for land people use to stick a flag in the ground to mark their claim. The rose stands like a flag to mark its reclaiming of self. It’s a tiny little painting, only 4 inches by 4 inches but crammed into that small piece of paper is a lot of years of cold, lonely need. I don’t know how to put it any other way.

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Priceless

Published on November 9, 2010 in Art, For the Record and Gratitude Journal. 0 Comments

When it rains it pours. When it rains for a long time one tends to chill to the bone.

As I stood shivering from this latest cold down pour I all but heard my guardian angel group say, “Faith, we got this. Don’t even worry about it. We’ve got this.” Being the doubting worrier that I am, I tossed and turned, stomped my feet a bit and behaved as if I’d never been rained on before.

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Stolen Art Work

Published on November 6, 2010 in Art, PTSD and Soapbox. 1 Comment

You know what gets me? I’ve written this profanity filled rant/rave before, but it seems its time for it again. I hate it when people steal copyrighted artwork then post it on their website. It gets me, it really does. Copyright theft isn’t a victimless crime. Even if you don’t think anyone knows so no one is getting hurt, you’re wrong.

If it’s not bad enough that people take my regular artwork, they’ve decided to add insult to injury and take my copyrighted art therapy work.  I’m thrown at the unscrupulous nature of people who click on a website and walk away with shit that doesn’t belong to them. Think of websites like this okay, think of them as a museum. You go in, you look around AND YOU LEAVE THE SHIT THERE!!! If you go to a gallery you can’t take stuff home unless you  go to the gift shop and pay for it. That’s what art sites are, they’re online galleries, an online museum of sorts. If you walk into a museum and take something  it’s called stealing. It’s the same with online art and even blog entries. You can’t just walk away with shit cause you want to.

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Sun and Shadow

Published on August 31, 2010 in Art, Gratitude Journal and Poetry. 3 Comments

From time to time I log on the net and see something that touches home and  is right on time for me. Such a thing too place the other day on Redbubble when I stumbled across a painting by Kit Scott who wrote the following beside her painting called Sun and Shadow:

Ever stop looking into the future, so overwhelmed by the present or past you couldn’t deal with possibilities, too?

I have. When you take back your life, when you turn to the horizon, it is terrible and it is beautiful, and it is worth the fear to have the possibilities again.
Sun and Shadow by Kitsune Scott
Sun and Shadow by Kit Scott

I would cheapen the painting and her words by saying any more. Thank you Kit for permission to post your painting and for your timely words.

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DREAM: Somewhere in the Forest

Published on August 30, 2010 in Art, Dream Therapy, Dreams and Therapy. 0 Comments

I had this dream three nights ago but I still have difficulty thinking about it. What comes to mind is how I tried to show people that something was wrong but no one listened. I tried to remove my sister and myself from danger but she was killed and I was trapped. Also of note is how I addressed my uncle and my sister by their proper names, something I hardly ever did. Everything else is pretty typical for my dreams. I woke with a sick feeling and a heavy feeling of loss as if my sister had actually died. Most of the time I’d rather I died in my dreams than my sister. She’s usually torn apart by something in some horribly, painful death with lots of screaming and in a way where there’s nothing at all I can do to stop it. I hate dreams like this.

—– Dream from August 28th, 2010 —–

The dream started out with our family having a cook out. The house was in the middle of a forest, it was huge on the outside but small on the inside. My uncle was outside with 7 of my cousins playing some sort of game but when I went to check on them later he had them paired up and taking milk shots off of their belly buttons. Each child was paired with another child and he had a little boy under him licking milk from his stomach. When I saw it I yelled to him to stop. I told him he was wrong. I called him by name so that the children knew I was talking to the uncle and not them.

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A Little Bit

Published on August 17, 2010 in Art, For the Record and Pets. 1 Comment

I should say something, but what? I don’t really know what to say.

So far my vacation is going fine. I’m doing my best to stay away from shows I know will be triggering and music that may be triggering. It’s safe to say I’m very guarded right now because I’m not doing that well.

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Accomplish Something Positive

Published on July 18, 2010 in Anger, Art, Depression and Emotions. 4 Comments

Yesterday I was kind of down in the dumps. Lets face it, I was frustrated and angered by a personal situation that doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Because I felt I’d royally messed up I began to think of myself as one who can’t get anything right. Well, that had to stop because the last thing I needed was to hear my own voice telling me how worthless I am. So, what did I do? I took stock then realized what I needed was to accomplish something positive. I needed to use one of my coping skills (creativity) and come up with something I could finish that day with success. I narrowed my focus then turned my attention to my positive skill sets.

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