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Karen Blessen Journals

Family Journal

A journal open to two handwritten pages with an anatomical and floral collage on the right.

with empathy, with respect, through the eyes and experience of an adult. I have this sense of sensation, an image, of the house, drapes pulled, as they most always were, with four elderly ghosts sitting, lingering, gazes upon other children, that often historic in sorrows written into them, an abusive father, a cruel mother, a beloved parent dies of cancer. My childhood had felt OK, for the most part. Most importantly, I felt loved. The great sorrow, rage, hatred.

The people, the sweet dog Pudgie Me Mom Dad Grandma Grandpa sitting—for what? A beloved gift. A puppy. Then brutally beaten and killed by the giver— my Dad. The precious ray of light in a dark home— extinguished.

An open journal with black-and-white photos of a child on a horse and a girl on a porch.

Black and White Photographs

Karen on a horse

Karen sitting on a porch

An open journal showing a vintage photo on the left and a purple ink sketch with handwritten text on the right page.

Prayer for Grace Under Pressure

An open journal with a vivid orange flower on the left page and handwritten text with colorful letters on the right.

3.28.16

one thing at a time

Lord Jesus Christ son of God have mercy on me. Lord Jesus Christ son of God have mercy on us.

Open journal with handwritten reflections on life, aging, and perception.

(And…what am I trying to accomplish by this ghost-busting now at age 67?) I have some hypotheses: (1) to understand and explode my grim outlook on aging. (2) to extricate myself from the inevitability of that sad convalescent argumentative, sadistic fate, (3) to create and live a meaningful, healthy, joyful “rest of life,” and (4) honor and honor them. to thank them, (5) to apologize for my ingratitude, for my sullen, lazy, resistant attitude.

[SIDEBAR: How do we… how do I… take the best of what genetics and experience give me… Combine it with the divine pertinent lessons and wisdom and live joyfully and creatively? ]

More on Grandma to come… Theodore Grandpa Edward Asche Born Dec. 21, 1881 Passed away: March 24, 1974, age: 92.

March 8, 2016 what's behind these pages? All these pink and red pages… the flowers and joy. If they are not a cry of joy… see things through rose colored glasses — or to make a period of life into something it wasn't… they are a gift through time, space and spirit. They are a way to honor, delight and uplift them. They are being done in the hope and belief that in some invisible,

Open journal with abstract artwork of intersecting lines and text: "The wire FRAME of constant collision. Super collider living room."

The wireframe of constant collision. 

Super Collider Living Room

Open journal pages with photos of Prince surrounded by colorful spirals and handwritten text.

APRIL 21, 2016
Prince is gone

[THE ULTIMATE
ARTIST
A WRITER
musician
dancer
COMMENTATOR
FIGHTER]
BEAUTIFUL

A man in pain in the end.