Howl for the wondrous;
let go of the monsterous.

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Claire Keane
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Howl for the wondrous;
let go of the monsterous.
Caelum Luna | The Sky, The Moon My recent animation now with lovely music by @johnromanmusic Instagram | Vimeo
God, remove the toxicity within myself.
Here’s to the last day of winter and blue sky and bright bursts of happy yellow wattle to remind me of how much we grew this year. I was nervous about August, about reliving painful feelings, but the days were sunny and laughter found it’s way and music and creating kept me busy from dwelling in the dark too long. But there’s something about a day where you farewell someone from earth that lingers in your heart more than others. When the sight of wattle breaks your heart a bit more than others, from a little boy farewelling his father with a sprig of happy yellow, on the last day of winter.
Sometimes I cut up onions just so I don’t have to explain my tears, just so they can flow as if nothing really matters. They’re just onions after all.
Go with purpose. It triggers people’s curiosity.
Russian Doll
I only wanted to be alone. Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
Cheryl Strayed - Wild
If you’re considerate, please be considerate to yourself. If you’re empathetic, please listen to yourself. You’re also worthy.
The Other Side
I hope you’re okay.
Over there.
On the other side.
It’s been nearly a year.
The winter has come again.
I like to think your energy is near.
I like to think I can feel you here.
Some days.
When the sun breaks through
and is warm on my skin.
I wrap myself in your warm
sunshine embrace.
For a moment I feel okay.
I really hope you are okay.
On the other side.
But how can you be.
When we are here.
And you are gone.
It shouldn’t be hard.
To reply with the truth
When someone asks you if you’re okay.
But it is.
If there isn’t a safe place of trust
That has been carefully built to provide
a place to speak.
Honestly. Openly. Truthfully.
How can one open up completely if they fear the response. If they fear the rejection to their open broken heart.
So it is hard.
I won’t say if I’m really okay.
And I’m not okay.
Because of that.
It shouldn’t be hard.
To ask someone if they are okay.
It’s only hard, when you don’t
want to hear the Answer.
Shout out to the mums. Shout out to you Queens, for getting up, for figuring out and making dinner for all the hungry people in your house.
Even when you’d rather hide in the cupboard in the dark drinking wine from a bottle.
You fucking rock.
See you in the cupboard later mamas. xx
Nine months today since you
left this earth.
I still feel you in the breeze.
See you in the moon.
Wonder where you are.
Wonder if you’re near.
Wonder if you check on the kids.
Tuck them in.
Say good night.
But we won’t see you in the morning.
Every morning we remember
You are gone.
And we miss you.
Wise words from my daughter.
Don’t listen to the bad voice in your head that makes you feel bad.