Note: I wrote this some time ago, don't know why I didn't post it then, it seems pretty complete to me.
I've finally started to emerge from the torpor of my woes. A combination of the imminent spring, bringing with it more light and time, a clearing of my life of all distractions, the necklace which is both a symbol of the relationship I have with my mother, and an opal compass rose, giving me direction.
My gods are speaking to me again, a post I'm gathering together now, and I no longer feel pain in remembering the wrongs that were done to me. I've put that behind me and am prepared to keep moving forward in a new life. I'm more motivated to my art work, and even tentatively reexamining my career options, though I still remain quite trepidatious about going out into the real world.
I divide my life into three categories. Family, Art, and Work.
The first is self-explanatory, kith and kin, social interactions, relationships, friends. It is stable at present, and hopefully will have the opportunity to regrow, after having had a rather drastic pruning.
My Art is my soul, it includes my spirituality, as I don't think I could have the relationship I do with the magical forces I work with, without the inspiration and imagination of my art. It gives me so many skills and broadens my horizons in a way no other part of my life can challenge. My art is an integral part of me. I have learned the hard way that I cannot form an identity for myself without acknowledging my art.
The last could be called Career, and I feel like there is something missing from such prosaic descriptions. What I want to do with my life, is both simpler and more complicated than what it becomes upon facing The Real World. I need animals, I breath them, I dream them, I create them. My efforts on this front are mixed, as they factor in quite a lot in my art, and a few of them even become one with my family.
