Tuesday, October 07, 2008

My healing art journal







posted by The Joyful Artist @ 10:19 a.m. 1 comments

Why I keep healing art journals

Sometimes I feel like I am no longer needed in this world. Thank goodness this feeling passes because I think we all need to be needed. This past weekend was a hard one for me. Since the murder of my son 5 years ago the month of his birthday, October, has become one of memories both good and bad as well as fears that Kyles murderer will be released from prison to kill again. Kyle was his second victim he (the killer) was on probation working at the Salvation army shelter. My son was temporarily living at the shelter while sorting out his meds for shizophrenia. He had just been diagnosed finally a couple of months before and we were all hoping for him to move back home once he was stable again. He never had the chance the man who killed him was on the prowl in a place where the weak gathered. He will kill again if he gets out he is compelled to kill. There was no anger or rage in the killing he hog tied my son and did things to him before he finally strangled him. Poor Kyle never had a chance, but luckily Valkonen never had a chance to get Kyles body out of the building, which is why he was caught. The three weeks my son lay under his bed wrapped in garbage bags close to the radiator gave him away eventually. But he only got 15 years in jail and has served 5 years now. So time is all I have to pass while I worry about the outcome of this whole thing. Will he get out to kill again or will the powers that be see the craziness he tries to hide? I shudder to think. But in the mean time I have my art journals. They are helping me to get things out rather than stuffing them down inside of me where they could do the most damage. Are the Journals Pretty? no, but art doesn't have to be, not all the time anyway. They are powerful tools of healing and I am so glad to have found art. It has saved my sanity more times than I can count.

posted by The Joyful Artist @ 10:00 a.m. 4 comments