A drawIt reads: “ three years ago, when my mom was dying, I went out and adopted a cat. His name is Cygnus. He turned out to be the cat of my heart, the best cat I have ever had. When Gryfe was most acute – and when a few months later, Long Covid kept me in bed for a spring in the summer, Cygnus’s patient snuggles kept me alive. I don’t know if I would’ve made it without him.
Today, I remind myself that I got him on purpose, that I chose warmth and dreams. I built a little free library then. I applied for a Radcliffe Harvard Fellowship so that I could dream about getting one.
now, things are hard again. For months this year – six, eight – I couldn’t write depression has been very bad. But I chose to pick up a box of crayons. I choose a noodle and doodle. And now I choose this way – sketch journalling – to adopt my grieve self. To notice my beautiful life.
I finished the last spread in my first #sketchbookdiary today. I am taking a class from @sketchbookskool.bsky.social and the assignment of the day was “lots of words” so I wrote around why I am trying this practice.