I dreamed about my dad last night. It wasn’t great … he needed something and I was telling my mom that it was pointless helping him because he was going to die anyway. I woke up still smiling that I had spent some time with him, eventhough I don’t remember talking to him. I don’t dream about him often so I savour every moment.
I sit at his office desk and do my writing. I wear his big fluffy gown when it’s cold and I savour every moment of my memories with him. I handled his death so well and has a beautiful experience and understanding. But that was my experience and not one that I could ever really explain no matter how I tried. Continue reading
Alright, there’s stuff that floats through my brain that I call the ‘shadow‘ and if I don’t spill the beans about some of the unsaid stuff then I’m not fulfilling my ‘project me’ promise of truth. I’ve allowed you into my life and welcomed you into my perception of the world and for any relationship to survive it needs the foundation of intimacy and trust. Continue reading

















