Garden of Time © 2003 Jane Waterman
Interior life

Day 1 of …

Some years ago, I gave up the folly of making New Year’s Resolutions. It seemed artificial to make a big deal about what was in actuality just another day. However, isn’t that all they are? Each day is just another day, pregnant with hope that we will find the strength

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The Fall of Winter © 2012 Jane Waterman
Interior life

The Coming of the Sun

How quickly one forgets! That’s probably a merciful feature built into the human mind – a natural survival instinct – so one forgets how bad it can get. Three days ago spring announced itself in the Cowichan Valley with a clarion call of sunshine at 15 degrees Celsius. Sitting inside

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Shadow Selves © 2013 Jane Waterman
Interior life

Shadows

How strange the nature of the beast. You do all you can to combat it, but at times, all its victories pile up against the stanchions. Once more you feel adrift, treading water in the deepest shadows. Spoke to one daughter at lunch, who seems to be fighting her own

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Interior life

Drowning in a Sea of Forgetfulness

The most dangerous thing you can do when you have a tendency to dissociate is to try to be unaware. However, when the physical and mental self brings you a great deal of pain, it’s unavoidable sometimes. Being possessed of a legacy of family and friends who purport to know

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Raven Flew In © 2014 Jane Waterman
Interior life

Raven Flew In

A friend of mine is fond of the saying: “The only permanent thing is change.” That maxim has been true of my life recently, and will be for some time to come, I am certain. Words have circulated in my head. I have planned journal entries that flow seamlessly while

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Interior life

High-Pain Day

On the high-pain days, the world seems to shrink a little smaller, and I am left with the dilemma of how to inhabit my body when it is such a source of pain. As if mirroring my inner world, as I learn to feel emotions long-suppressed, wave after wave of

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Reflections © 2004 Jane Waterman
Interior life

The Fog

Sometimes I feel like I’m speaking into a void, but the void is of my own making. I step closer to being authentic, to being who I am, but I hold onto the fears of who will judge me, what will people think, etc? Many years ago, a counsellor told

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