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I drew my nephew today. He was born last fall. He is the first grandchild of my parents. As soon as he was brought to this world, I felt so incredibly protective. All of us in the family suddenly shared a purpose to love him. Iād never known a love like this. The love connected and healed us. I hope to meet him for the first time sometime this year.
Love me Pet me Feed me
I will entertain you Heal you And bite you at times
I wrote and shared this little poem last summer. Lately, Iāve been reminded of the idea behind it in many moments. I feel I embody such a cat in real life. A cat that is adored in a community. I was doodling last night and drew this cat with a butt. So I thought, why not share the poem again?
I believe we, dyslexic people, are creators. The universe intentionally made it difficult for us to learn from existing content so that we can create something new.
Traditional learning is hard for me. A large amount of text is daunting and overwhelming for me to read and process, unless I have a personal association and resonance with the subject.
I rarely watch movies. It takes up too much of my energy.
Itās almost impossible for me to sing along to songs. I didnāt write the words.
I donāt like templates. Itās annoying how I have to create pretty much everything from scratch.
I have a hard time remembering tangible details. This painting of mine is a great example of how I associate people, places, and things with smells, textures, colors, lighting, and feelings.
I express my inner world through creative expressions. I observe, listen, experience, and make mistakes in real life to earn lessons and knowledge. I cross the line to know where it is. I have my own way of seeing and learning.
I wish I could tell my 12-year-old self itās okay to be unconventional. In fact, itās more than okay. Itās awesome.
We are awesome.
because iāve made peace with my light and shadow because of the love iāve worked to cultivate for myself because i have done the work most people run away from because of my inner knowing and trust to follow through with it
this, is earned.
She entered the room in a flamboyant manner. Dressed in a marigold color two-piece suit that resembled a noble African tribe chief. It suited her so well, and she looked completely androgynous.
Grandma, from my dream journal.