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!
Stories (376/0)
Memories: 29 February 2024
29 February 2024 12:43 am I am struggling with intense insomnia tonight. Which is strange as I am exhausted and yet still worked all day, first making my regular YouTube videos then making a mould and casting a silver sacred heart (which failed!) so I went right back in and sawed out two hearts from scrap silver then polished them, soldered jump rings on them, stamped them, put LOS on them, polished them again and then ironically, after all that work, couldn’t find the other calaca earring to finish assembling them.
By Tanya Arons 29 days ago in Journal
Memories: 1 January 2024
1 January 2024 A miserable rainy day albeit cooler than the intense humidity we have had in recent days/weeks. I am uploading a sensitive raw emotional video to YouTube I made on 14th December 2023 but withheld posting as it felt too fucking insane and worse Vulnerable. But here I am…another year scrabbling in my own dust. Holding my own in a world gone fetid with false lacklustre evil men Still trawling after me. Well that one left on 12th December and hopefully he’s the last of the fake wannabe lovers that inevitably cycle round me at the end of each year. Like a distorted snow globe from hell. Shaken not stirred but nevertheless discombobulated. Back up on the shelf of ignominy and vapidity they go. Wax on…wax off. Shine bright like a diamond, Little One.
By Tanya Arons 3 months ago in Journal
Memories: 23 November 2023
23 November 2023 Roiling with anxiety…but I have made it to Mater Hill. Plenty of time to drink a yummy chai latte and settle my nerves before my urologist appointment. This getting older shit is fragile making. Especially doing everything alone. But it is what it is.
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 19 November 2023
19 November 2023 I had a lovely afternoon at West End drumming. I had lots of cuddles with little Ivy, Belinda’s Belgium Griffin. Ivy was very disappointed that Bobo not with me. Belinda said she had no idea he had died. (I am fairly certain I had told her months ago, but I decided to just let it go.) I told her the grief has been terrible and I am not over it yet…May never be. The vets had been so sadistic.
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 30 December 2023
30 December 2023 Leaving the club…perspective is everything. I had another wonderful wild night. Young Alex came to dance beside me, to mosh for the hard rock songs, his girlfriend Stacey by his left side. We moshed hard, flipping our long blonde hair (his natural and very long and mine foiled!) in the Viking Berserker heavy metal way that we manifest from our soul signatures. Joyous, defiant, wild, triumphant.
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 31 December 2023
31 December 2023 31 December 2022 I had a wonderful time dancing for/with Follow The Fox at my usual “spot”. They played many of my most favourite rock songs so I got a great catharsis and a neck jangling mosh to my favourite rebel song “Zombie” .
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 29 December 2023
29 December 2023 It was a scathing hot day. I didn’t do much. Watched Netflix in my air conditioned lounge. Robyn and Peter gifted me a pretty Christmas box with chocolates and tiny shoe ornaments as Robyn knows how much I love high heeled shoes which I can no longer wear dancing. Sweet!
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 28 December 2023
28 December 2023 28 December 2022 I have had a busy productive day. I made a back burning incense holder from ebony wood and an epns silver soup spoon. I bent the spoon weeks ago but got stymied by depression so I lost the motivation to make anything. But my energy kicked back in today and I worked all day on various projects.
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal
Memories: 27 December 2023
27 December 2023 27 December 2022 Last night Crystal and Jarrod and I went through almost all my children’s artworks that I had carefully preserved for 35 years. We threw most of them out but I kept a few items that were sentimental only to me. I still have larger paintings tucked behind a wardrobe that Crystal needs to go through. I suspect most will be thrown out too.
By Tanya Arons 8 months ago in Journal