Monthly Archives: May 2015

More Old Journal Writing

This is from my journal written in July 1968.  I was living with a guy because I was so desperate not to be alone.  The use of lower-case letters for “I”, the Roman numerals, the names of the days were … Continue reading

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Self-hate Poem from 1967

I wrote this when I was 25.  I look back at my life from this place of feeling so much better — though it’s also extremely unfamiliar — and see how much pain I was in.  The constant criticism of … Continue reading

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My Life Has Meaning

I can’t remember the session with Erica well enough to write.  I did most of the talking — talking very fast, getting lost in stories and forgetting the point.  I don’t even remember what I was trying to tell her.  … Continue reading

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In Transition

Thursday Told Karen about waking up feeling not quite myself, unfamiliar, on two days. Yesterday morning I realized I am in transition — letting go of the old trapeze, new one not yet visible in the fog.  Karen said that’s … Continue reading

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Journal Writing

I posted the piece on the Red Woman yesterday.  I realize that though I’ve talked about her in my blog, I’ve never told the whole story.  I quote from my journal entry, in 1989, about her first appearance.  Setting it … Continue reading

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Red Woman

I’ve written about the “Red Woman” many times, she’s described in the page about my paintings, but I’ve never actually told the full story. Kripalu for Women & Yoga Written October 31, 1989 During body work with Debra, I was … Continue reading

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Confusion

Woke up feeling uncomfortable.  Not depressed, not scared, not contented.  Not satisfied.  I think I was really confused by what Erica said.  We were talking about me starting a women’s writing/support group.  I told her about my conversation with Yvette, … Continue reading

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