Tuesday, March 3, 2015. Writing, change, and bloody pen licences. Today I write, like many days before, and I expect many days to come, I write. I love writing, it has granted me much kindnesses and stimulation. Through both personal exploration and probably mainly internal clarification, and importantly connection to my community. I made a commitment this weekend regarding writing. A necessary commitment I think which currently I feel very optimistic about.

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Diary of a Fat Girl. I have said it before, and I will say it, again. In day to day activities Life just happens. Like a toddler, it grabs your attention forcing you to look at the stunts that it can achieve by consistently tugging at your sleeve and calling out your name. The grief was unbearable, and it took me quite some time to overcome my loss. I tried to write, but words no longer flowed. I even tried to read my favorite books, but interest was lacking.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015. This picture is not looking out my back window. Only in Oklahoma do schools close the night before anticipating a snow or ice storm. This predicted snow storm reminds me of waiting. When the snow begins .