Mom, Again

This journal I’ve not shared as many pages.
Death and family — the latter being what I could not share.
Some of them are still alive.

Her empty jewelry box says something to me, as I get an emotional
and physical reaction to it every time I walk into the finish room.
I am going to clean and polish it, and repair the green silk — and use it!
I bought it for her when I was sixteen.
I am not sure why I have the reaction… I am sure it will come to me one day.

And, I finished the journal with this today,
and while I may post other images I’ve done later,
I find it auspicious when a journal ends/begins on the New Moon.

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About dkatiepowellart

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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