More of my creative somatic processing of the grief around my Dad’s passing. I’m just going to keep sharing it because it feels good to share it. These impossible questions and states of being. How do you rest when you are restless? How do you memorialize? These instincts to physicalize that come out whether I want them to or not. Yesterday I skipped into a metal pole on the street. Right in front of my face, and I just did not see it. Weird glitches all around me and inside me. I paint, I write, I draw, I move with the restlessness. I wrestle with the reality that his physical presence on earth is gone, that story has ended. It lives in me and I’m wrestling with it. I’m back in Portland, returning to regular life, but not really.
Faith Helma : Creative guide 