liminal times

A strange liminal time in my life. I lost my one of my moms. I left work. I moved back to Baltimore. I bought a van and set my sets on an unknown place. I melted in the Summer heat of the east while I built out my home on wheels. Sometimes I’d take the day off and go for walks with my mom. Having a project to work on was important for me. Something physical to add some linearity to a time where I felt all over the place. A few days ago Kira said that grief needs to be worked through somatically and it resonated— I thought stirring my brain would bring me peace, but it was emptying my cup that helped the most. I needed tools in my hands, to push out my energy into something outside of me.