HER-story:

With words and images, I am telling my story. Through art, through sculpture, I am remembering HERstory...
CASIMIRA

Saturday, April 11

going to the river to pray


we went to the river on a healing, heartfelt walk...and under sunny, bright blue skies I began hearing the first line of a song I've never paid much attention to...

we saw geese, vultures, turtles, blue herons, spiders and tiny blue butterflies...

I looked up the song's lyrics and understood the message the universe was whispering to me...

"I keep going to the river to pray, cause I need something that can wash out the pain. And at most I'm sleeping all these demons away, but your ghost, the ghost of you keeps me awake.

My friends had you figured out. Yeah, they saw what's inside of you. You tried hiding another you, but your evil was coming through...your cold heart makes my spirit shake.

I had to go through hell to prove I'm not insane. Had to meet the devil just to know her name...

Each time that I think you go, I turn around and you're creeping in, and I let you under my skin...

I keep going to the river to pray...
give up the ghost...
stop the haunting...
no more haunting...

I keep going to the river to pray, cause I need something that can wash out the pain..." - Ella Henderson

snapshot of my son