Scribbled in a local coffee shop, attempting to get my silver sharpie to be silver again. Reminds me of coral. Or some topographic image. Or like this is the maze and I'm supposed to get from one end to the other in all this mess. Or maybe just pure scribbles. :)
I realize it is similar, but I am in no way trying to steal style or content away from such bloggers as Natalie Dee, Hyperbole and a Half, etc. That is their life. This is my last resort, cynical, trying to acknowledge the shit without pushing everything/everyone away.
I want to always have pretty watercolors or poignant words to share. Sometimes this is all I have. My instinct is to feel ashamed and hide it. But I'm trying to be real. With myself. And it just so happens that the way I'm accountable to myself is through this blog. No one is obligated to read it. And for whatever reason I feel the need to explain myself. Then rambling ensues. And it just gets rather messy.
Disclaimer: I am in no way trying to dissuade/judge/mock anyone in whatever beliefs they have about life and how things turn out. After losing a child, or experiencing some other great pain, one's faith or spirituality is important to have hope in. I'm not trying to crush that hope in anyone.
I merely had a conversation with a friend yesterday, and this question popped up in my head. And I'm not trying to start a grand debate or anything. This was a just a sliver of me.
I doodled it in illustrator (and please overlook grammatical errors).
Thanks to Lareina for introducing me to the book, "An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination" by Elizabeth McCracken. I'm sure many other mama's have posted about it, but hers is the first one I've come across. I read it on my trip to Chicago. And it was completely pertinent to everything we are experiencing...even when we don't have a rainbow child. So many good quotes I could post. I wish I could give this book to everyone close to us, so they could read and understand what it's like...what it will continue to be like. Read it. Please?
Yes, this I took a picture of this rather than scanning it. Yes, I'm that lazy. Yes, I'm tired of feeling sad. Yes, I don't really know how to move forward. Yes, I know it will "get better". Yes, I jumped too far ahead in my other post by thinking we'd be ready to get pregnant...How can we be ready when our life isn't even a semblance of something stable and healthy? Yes, mother's day stuff is already everywhere. Yes, I'm having a pity party.
Inspired by the lovely daisy yellow, this is a sketch I made of a stretch of buildings outside the coffee shop we hang out at.
There is so much neat architecture in the city I live. I might challenge myself to find a new stretch of buildings to draw on a weekly basis. It will get me out of the apartment...but I wouldn't have to have a lot of social interaction, which means less questions. So a win-win, right?