*warning-mild rant ahead*
So I hadn’t blogged in a couple days, because my husband and I live in what was an evacuation zone in Brooklyn, New York. So, I had to (begrudgingly) leave my home, and go to stay with my estranged relatives. I did manage to make something while I was there, though.

This two strand necklace was inspired by a friend of mine, who when performing, wears a shell necklace, which she uses as percussion. It’s two strands, and you can CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE.
Also, about hurricane Irene. It left me bored and listless, to be honest. I should have stayed home. Most of you know that I have a strained relationship with my relatives, who would rather sweep things under a rug, than be honest with the past.
Anyway, I went because as I mentioned, I live in an evacuation zone, and was paranoid. I used to live in Florida, and I’ve seen hurricanes, and know the damage they can bring. And being pregnant, and having a little one, I didn’t want to end up being stuck inside my dark closet for hours. So I fled.
This of course, left me with mixed feelings. Forgiveness is one thing, but facing the people who hurt you, because you have no other choice, is yet another. The only thing that kept me sane, was meditation. That, and Wikipedia. I LOVE wikipedia. I’ve already diagnosed half of my relatives, thanks to it.
On a serious note though, I am happy to be home. I really am learning as I go here, but I do not want to end up a bitter lonely person. Here’s what I believe: I believe in talking about it. I believe in not mincing words. I believe in not being ashamed of having an opinion. So, I talk about it. I talk about what happened to me, because it should be okay for me to talk about it. It should be okay, for me to form an opinion. I am after all, not a news journalist (news journalists, traditionally have to keep their opinions to themselves, as they are “public figures”).
I am an artist, and a person, and quite conflicted at the moment. I honestly want to tell the people who hurt me to go F$%^ off, and leave me alone. But that is the child in me, the one who was hurt. When I GROW UP and realize the past is behind me, and I have my daughter and a child on the way, when I realize life is ahead me, and behind them, I….almost feel bad. Maybe it’s bad that I don’t fully, but at least I almost do.
I guess I have a long way to go. But for now, I’ll work on putting one foot in front of the other. I will never not talk about it. Talking is a good thing. We all should feel free and open to talk about things.
So, I’m writing all this to say that I have no idea what to do next. The Dalai lama stated in this article HERE that forgivness is good for YOU. So I read that article, and am going to some soul searching.
On a lighter note, I made almond cupcakes last night, in celebration of being home with my darling husband whom I missed so much, and could not sleep without (he had to stay, since he is an EMT, and was working A LOT).
It was nice to wake up in my own home, knowing that I, my family, and my art supplies where safe and unharmed.