Tanya Arons
Bio
I write about my life experiences. I write about complex ptsd, the agonies, the angst and my post traumatic growth. About Beauty, Truth and Honour and little vignettes of comfort from the spirits that love me: living and dead. I also Dance!
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Memories: 5 October 2025
5 October 2025 7:40 am backsliding with my breathing. I had interesting dreams about taking a ferry to an island. I walked around the island, along the shoreline. It was very pretty. Lots of rock formations and blue sea and white sand and clear sky,
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 1 October 2025
1 October 2025 8:05 am drifted back into ordinary reality. I slept well. Exhausted from my spinning wheel efforts which were great for a while then things went haywire on the bobbin, I had to unravel and there were several breaks. But I did well otherwise so I know I am on my way. Lots more practise and improvement needed.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 27 September 2025
27 September 2025 8:34 am alive in the Matrix. A better sleep. Got up twice…but breathed. Yeah Baby. I just saw another death from turbo cancer. Fuck Covid vaccines. I am boiling in fury every time we lose someone to this. They blame the cancer but not the offensive ignition fuel. Weird. But this is our world now. Harrowing.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 23 September 2025
23 September 2025 8:13 am I worked so hard yesterday, digging up bindiis that I have sprained my wrist. Oh well. I had a good sleep. Up and at ‘em. Lots more weeding to do…it’s killing me but I refuse to put down poison on my land. I also cut back some of the dragon fruit which is immense and filled the garden bin. Lots more to do cutting that back too.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
Memories: 21 September 2025
21 September 2025 8:27 am wakey wakey little one. You worked hard yesterday. Have a happy Sunday! … Yesterday evening I also made these hearts. Cutting them out from my disc cutter. It was a lot of work and as I grew more exhausted I grew angry at the waste of time and effort. These are made from aluminium, from a tin I bought yesterday for $3. It was a pretty tin and I probably should have kept it in that form.
By Tanya Arons 2 years ago in Journal
