therapeutic cloud creation

For me, grief can feel like being submerged underwater while life continues as usual up above the surface. I struggle to engage, drift off midway through conversations, can't sleep and dream of Mum's final hours when I do.... or worse, she's back with me all night, alive and chatty and then I wake and lose her once more. It's exhausting.

Creating random things is strangely therapeutic, a different part of the brain whirrs into action and blows some of the dust that has gathered there away. Tonight I made this rain cloud for a little friend of mine who I hope to see tomorrow - a housewarming gift.