In #books: “BOOM get a rat-trap/bigger than a cat-trap/BOOM!” I call out.
Dad’s eyes flutter open. A long moment passes. He taps out the groove, faintly but perfectly. Drumming is no longer his livelihood. It is his lifeline. https://www.texasobserver.org/art-is-immortality/
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Nostalgia and Grief - in which I learnt that 'the term “nostalgia” derives from “nostos” meaning (return to the homeland) compounded with “algos” meaning suffering or grief'
Johannes Hofer, who coined the term in 1934, described nostalgia as “the grief for the lost charm of the Native Land”
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invisibile grief
you think you hide it so well
know that I see you
#dailyhaikuprompt - grief
ART
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Today I turned 47. I spent time with my children, had amazing takeaway pasta, and got myself ready to begin studying again on Monday. There were moments of joy.
There is also grief.
Grief for the distance in certain relationships.
Grief for the loneliness that still lingers.
Grief for the feeling that I haven’t accomplished what I thought I would by now.
Birthdays can hold many things at once. Joy. Sorrow. Love. Longing. Today holds all of it.
Five long years ago
Socially distanced funeral
Grieving on our own
Couldn't close ma's bank account cos there is no will so the bank classifies all her children as equal executors and one lives in Yass, the other lives in the UK and I'm here in Naarm.
Beuraucratic bs.
#grief
Hello again folks
How's everyone doing?
Long post follows about why I am very stressed right now:
I am in the middle of a degree.
In April 2024 my life basically imploded and so I had to postpone my studies.
Fast forward to now and I have run out of extensions I can have and so need to finish off the stuff I was doing last year.
I have one assignment I need to enter.
It is due to be handed in by midday on Tuesday. That is only 5 days away.
Friends, I really Do Not Want to do this. My ADHD is refusing to focus on that because I discovered Blue Prince on Steam a few weeks ago and, damn, I could do an entire thesis on that!
On top of that, the study I am currently doing is intrinsically linked with the events of last year and every time I try to do any of it I am put straight back into the stress and pain of last year's grief.
I really, really need the ADHD panic focus to kick in soon.
You might reasonably ask why I don't just chuck it all in and not bother. Especially as I do not need it for work or anything like that.
Well. This is my third attempt at getting a degree. The previous attempts failed due to undiagnosed ADHD.
Getting this degree is essential for my mental health. So I can prove to myself that it's not that I'm stupid, it's that I didn't previously have the right support.
It is currently taking me about a day to write about 200 words. Yes, 200.
The other option is to just resit this particular module. Except this one module is my least favourite and worst organised of all of them. If I have to resit it, I'm not sure I will manage to go through it all again.
So yeah. Life, eh?
The saddest part of life is when the person who gave you the best memories becomes a memory.
my father's funeral
I put a laundry tablet
in the dishwasher
Mary Oliver, "Heavy"--just right for Memorial Day. Excerpt:
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it—
books, bricks, grief—
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
https://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/2014/05/mary-oliver-heavy.html
An upcoming free zine on "digital grief" is seeking contributions.
"An invitation to art about deleting social media pages, abandoning convenient apps, and choosing to navigate the friction that resurfaces from using cash, calling, and in-person everything."
https://surveillanceresistancelab.org/resources/a-new-zine-on-digital-grief/
To say
To see
To understand
To go forever
The unknown
unexplored
tragic
sad
Fades then
later
perhaps
and yet never healed
A pain
that remains
lingers
until you leave yourself
si_irini
A good, restful and peaceful night to you all 
Much love from the night shift
Six Months Without You - So It Goes... 
