lost

where is my home?

I am often amazed .
Experiencing the skilled loving hands of friends knitting support for me as I regain a sustainable structure for myself....like supple casts against my bones...





and what a beautiful woven web it is....

its all too much

it feels
as though
my senses
cant take
all the
in formation
at once.
my sight,
my hearing,
my movements
are dulled.
my
perspective
narrowed

light streams in

and sometimes

a bit of feeling

seeps in

hope in healing

life through death?

s(o)n

i miss you so...

confusion

it seems

as though

my brain

cannot

work

anymore

empty

sometimes

i feel as though

i could be wrapped

in a cocoon.

shock

where did you go?

well*come

This space documents pieces of a journey that began June 23, 2006.


On this day my father and brother both passed away.