Welcome, to a year of art journaling
I will be creating a monthly art journal page throughout the year, where I will reimagine the story of a well-known character from a different perspective. This year, I have chosen to focus on Carrie White from Stephen King's 1976 movie "Carrie I am excited to see how this project evolves and believe it will be a healing experience for me.
Carrie Reimagined
Jaunuary 2024
I picked up from the prom scene in the movie "Carrie" instead of Carrie killing a bunch of terrible teens. Carrie lets out a primal scream so loud that it breaks every window and glass in sight in the auditorium as well as every car window outside. It freaks everyone out, and Carrie runs out. She didn't want to go home. she couldn't. the pain was too deep, the scars too raw. She ran and ran until she reached a lake. She surrendered herself to the depths, submerging completely, the world above muted as the water enforced a silence she desperately craved. Carrie submerges herself into the water and says. This is it. I am done with life. To Carrie's shock she is being rescued by a dog. A dog, soaking wet, stood beside her on the bank, its muzzle pushed against her side, tugging insistently. The dog is pulling Carrie to shore. Carrie is screaming and crying, not knowing what to think. As Carrie tries to collect herself. The dog is sitting close by her. She looks into the dog's eyes, and for the first time in her life, Carrie feels safe. The dog lays his head in Carrie's lap. Carrie says, "You must be an angel." I am going to call you Angel. They curl up into each other and fall asleep.
Carrie Reimagined
February 2024
The next morning, Carrie wakes up to Angel, nudging her head. She sits up and looks around, trying to figure out where she is. She sees Angel drinking water from the lake and realizes that she is thirsty, too. Carrie walks over to the lake and uses her hands to scoop some water into her mouth. Afterward, Angel begins walking towards a dirt path. Angel turns and barks at Carrie in a gesture that suggests to follow him. Carrie gets up and starts to follow Angel. They walk along a dirt path for what seems like forever until they come across a wooden cabin.
There, in front of the cabin, is a woman working in her garden. Angel runs towards the cottage, and Carrie follows. The woman is alerted by Angel approaching, and she stands up. She then sees Carrie following behind. The woman can see Carrie is disheveled, scraped up pretty badly, and has deep sadness in her face. Carrie doesn't look up; she stands quiet, not knowing what to say. Angel walks up to the woman, and the woman puts her hand out for Angel to smell her hand. She then began to pet Angel. The woman says to Carrie, "You have a great dog. What is his name?" Carrie looks up and says, Angel. The woman says, "What a beautiful name." The woman then says, I have some tea brewing. Would you like a cup of tea?" Carrie says, with hesitation, yes. Angel follows the woman inside, and Carrie follows after.
Inside the cabin, it's cozy, warm, and inviting. Carrie looks around to see books on shelves, paintings she has never seen before, plants, a colorful couch with decorative throw pillows, and so much more. Carrie can't believe how different this woman's home looks compared to her mother's house. Angel immediately lays down on the big rug. Carrie sits on the couch near Angel. The woman brings a cup of tea to Carrie and says, Hi, my name is Osiria." What is your name? Carrie says my name is Carrie. Osiria says, Well, Carrie, you are welcome to stay as long as you need, and when you're ready to tell me your story, I am here to listen. In the meantime, I have a shower, food for you to eat, and some warm clothes. Carrie gives Osiria a small smile.
A couple of weeks go by, and Carrie is slowly gaining a sense of self. One of Carrie's favorite things to do now with Osiria is to read books on the couch. Carrie has learned so much in a short amount of time but the most important thing is that Carrie feels safe and loved.
Carrie Reimagined
March 2024
It's raining when Carrie wakes up in the morning. Rain drops are gently hitting the windowpane. She can smell a nutty scent in the air, which lets Carrie know Osiria is making pancakes. Carrie looks at Angel and says good morning. Are hunger? Angel's ears perks up and wag him tail. Carrie and Angel walk into the kitchen and says good morning, Osiria. Osiria looks up with a smile and says good morning. Carrie heads to one of the kitchen cabinets to get Angel's food and pour him food into the bowl. Osiria says breakfast is ready. Let's dig in. As they ate, Osiria asked what should we do today? Carrie says with hesitation in her voice since it's raining outside. Maybe I.... can tell you how I am different from other people. Osiris says with a softness in her eyes, I am all ears. Angel rests her head in Carrie's lap. It felt like Angel gave Carrie a signal that said go ahead, you're going to be ok. Carrie says I have realized that now that I have had some time to think about my life, nothing has ever been normal for me or good. My mother is very religious and punished me constantly because she thought I was going against God anytime I had a question about things. It made me scared to talk to anybody. So I just didn't talk, and kids made funny of me. They never wanted to be my friend. Now that I am in senior, not much has changed, but there was a moment at the dance that thought I could be normal.
Carrie began to cry... I thought I had won prom queen, and then they poured blood all over me! Overwhelmed by humiliation, I broke every single glass surface with my mind. Carrie paused and looked up. Osiris said, How did you break the glass with your mind?" Surprised, Carrie said, "You're not afraid of what I said? No, said Osiris. I am listening to understand where you're coming from. Carrie said I notice when I get angry that I can move things with my mind. I went to the library and learned that I have telekinesis power. Osiria pushes the glass pitcher of orange juice towards Carrie and says it would be really cool to see your power with a smile. Carrie says it has only really happened when I get angry. Osiria says, "What do you think would happen if you use your power now? You're not angry now, right? Carrie said no because I feel safe here. Osiria says, ok then, use that feeling of being safe and move this glass pitcher. Carrie takes a deep breath and concentrates. She looks at the glass pitcher, and after 10 seconds, it moves ever so gently up in the air, and she pours the orange juice into her cup and returns it to the table. Osiria says well now I have seen everything. That was amazing. Do you mind pouring me a glass with a smile? Carrie says, of course, with a smile. Carrie's new chore around the cabin is watering the garden.
Carrie Reimagining
April 2024
Spring is definitely in the air. The garden is growing, the birds are chipping, and the bees are buzzing. Carrie notices a shed at the back of the cabin. Carrie asks Osiria, What is in the shed? Osiria says a bunch of stuff I have collected over the years. Carrie walks over to the shed and opens the door. Sure enough, there is a lot of stuff in the shed, but something catches Carrie's eye. She sees a Singer 1910 antique sewing machine. Carrie asked where she got this sewing machine from. Osiria says it was her grandmother's. It was handed down to me, but I could never get into sewing. Do you sew? Asked Osiria. Carrie says yes. I made my prom dress with a sadness in her tone. Osiria says well if you can get it to work again. You can make a new dress. Carrie smiled and said that would be nice.
The next day, Osiria and Carrie cleaned out the shed from top to bottom. They found many boxes with tons of different fabrics that just needed to be cleaned. In the corner of the shed, they saw a sewing mannequin. They carried out the sewing table and made room in the corner of the cabin. Carrie now has a place where she can make anything she wants. After a long day of cleaning, it was definitely time for rest and a shower. Before bedtime Osiria and Carrie would read and have tea. Carrie is currently reading Joan of Arc by Edward Lucie-Smith. While, Carrie was reading she got a sudden spark of inspiration for what she wanted to make.
It took a couple of days for Carrie to wash and sun-dry all the fabric they found in the shed. She always cleaned the sewing mannequin and brought it into the cabin as well. Carrie is excited about making a new dress as well as a modern-day suit of armor equipped with a sewing utility belt. She lightly sketches out her idea and gets to work, with each stitch of the fabric Carrie is getting giddy because she can't wait to see how she will look in her of Joan of Arc inspired armor. When Carrie finishes, she puts on her dress and the Joan of Arc-inspired suit of armor. She is elated! It made Carrie want to levitate her sewing supplies just for the sake of it. Carrie's next project is to make Osiria a dress for their up-and-coming trip.
Carrie Reimagining
May 2024
Carrie and Osiria were beyond excited to embark on their week-long road trip in Osiria's beloved GMC Motorhome, Free Spirit. They have been planning this trip for a month, Osiria wanted to show Carrie that there is more to life than just her cabin. They carefully mapped out all the places they wanted to see and delicious eats they wanted to try along the way. Their adventure was set to begin in Maine and culminate in Cincinnati, Ohio.
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Their first major stop was Boston, a city steeped in rich history and charm. Carrie and Osiria were eager to explore the Boston National Historical Park, where they marveled at the colonial architecture and learned about the city's role in shaping American history. They also made a stop at the Charlestown Navy Yard, taking in the impressive ships and learning about the area’s naval history. But the highlight of their time in Boston was a visit to The Union Oyster House, the city's oldest restaurant. They indulged in fresh seafood and New England specialties in a historic setting along the Freedom Trail, enjoying every bite and soaking in the surrounding.
Next on their trip was New York City, a bustling metropolis brimming with iconic landmarks and cultural attractions. Carrie and Osiria were eager to see The Statue of Liberty up close, a symbol of freedom and democracy. They took a ferry to Liberty Island, snapping photos and taking in the beautiful views of the city skyline. After their visit, they made their way to The Statue of Liberty Crown Cafe, the oldest family-owned restaurant in the city. They enjoyed a delicious meal and toasted to their trip thus far.
As they continued their road trip towards Ohio, Carrie and Osiria were filled with anticipation for the grand finale of their adventure. They had tickets to a concert featuring legendary rock bands Lynyrd Skynyrd, Santana, and Ted Nugent at the Riverfront Coliseum in Cincinnati on Saturday, May 15. The thought of rocking out to their favorite tunes sent shivers of excitement down their spines. But before the big night, they made a pit stop at Sugar n’ Spice Restaurant, a local favorite known for their wispy thin pancakes and quirky souvenirs. True to their reputation, the restaurant gifted Carrie and Osiria with little rubber ducks as a memento of their visit, adding a touch of whimsy to their already unforgettable trip.
Throughout their journey, Carrie and Osiria bonded, laughed until their stomachs hurt, and made lasting memories that would forever hold a special place in their hearts. From the historic sites of Boston to the vibrant streets of New York City and the rockin’ vibes of Ohio, their road trip was a joy of exploring new places together. As they cruised back home in Free Spirit, the sun setting in the distance, Carrie and Osiria knew that this was just the beginning of many more adventures to come.
Carrie Reimagining
June 2024
As Osiria and Carrie drove back home from their road trip, the fresh air and open road had left them feeling refreshed. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Osiria turned to Carrie and asked, "So, what do you want to do with your life?" Carrie's brow furrowed in thought as she replied, "I don't know; no one has ever asked me that before. "Osiria nodded understandingly, her gaze focused on the road ahead. "I can understand that," she said gently. "But whatever you decide, you'll definitely need to get your GED. Since you didn't graduate, it will open up doors to jobs and further education, like community college, if you ever wanted to pursue higher studies.'
Carrie felt a wave of overwhelmed wash over her. She had never really considered life outside of her small town before. The thought of pursuing a career and making something of herself seemed like a daunting task. You have your whole life ahead of you to explore it, Carrie, Osiria encouraged. 'I'll always be here for you, every step of the way. But I want you to live your life to the fullest and discover what makes your heart sing.'
In the days that followed, Carrie found herself pondering Osiria's question. What did she want to do with her life? She spent hours researching different career options, trying to figure out what path she wanted to take. One evening, as they sat on the porch, Carrie turned to Osiria with a determined look in her eye. "Is there a job where I can use my sewing skills?" she asked. Osiria's face lit up with a smile. "Of course there is! You could be a dressmaker, tailor, fashion designer, or pattern maker. The possibilities are endless!" Carrie's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, I never realized there were so many options," she exclaimed.
Determined to learn more about these potential career paths, Carrie decided to visit the local library the next day. She spent hours pouring overbooks and magazines, soaking in all the information she could find about the fashion industry. As she flipped through the pages, her eyes sparkled with newfound possibilities. 'Dressmaker, tailor, tailor, fashion designer...' Carrie whispered to herself, her heart pounding with excitement. 'These are actually jobs I could do!' With a renewed sense of purpose, Carrie vowed to pursue her dreams. Armed with the knowledge she had gained at the library, she was determined to chart a new course for her life beyond the boundaries of her small town.
Carrie Reimagining
July 2024
It was the 4th of July in 1976, and the whole nation was alive with celebrating the nations 200th Birthday. I was fresh out of high school and excited to be a part of such a historic moment in time. I had always been drawn to music and festivals, so when I heard about a Blue Grass Festival happening in a nearby town, I knew I had to go.
As I arrived at the festival, I was immediately taken in by the vibrant energy and the sounds of music. I wandered around, taking in all the sights and sounds, until I came across two women who were dressed in colorful Bohemian clothing, their hair long and flowing, watching in awe as one of the women performed what seemed like a magical act. I learned later that their names are Carrie and Orisia.
Carrie had a serene look on her face as she held out her hand, a stream of colorful lights dancing around her fingers. Orisia stood beside her, with a look of wonder on her face.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Carrie was moving objects with her mind, making them float and dance in the air as if they were weightless. It was like something out of a sci-fi movie, and I was captivated.
I approached the women eager to learn more about Carrie’s seemingly supernatural abilities. Carrie stopped suddenly when I approached, and Orisia nodded in greeting. I introduced myself, “Hi, my name is Kathy. What’s your name?”“I am Orisia and this is Carrie and by our feet is our dog Angel,” Orisia replied. I didn’t notice Angel, I guess because I was too mesmerized by what Carrie was doing.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just wondering how you were making things move in the air. That’s so cool!” I exclaimed. Carrie looked surprised and not sure what to say, but she paused and said, “I have telekinesis powers. I thought it would be neat to see what I could create for this Bicentennial celebration.
”I was in awe. I had never met anyone with telekinetic powers before. I couldn’t stop staring at Carrie, watching as objects floated around her in a beautiful display of power and control.
Orisia invited me to sit down with them and explained that Carrie had discovered her abilities just this past year. She is different, full of wonder, and a talented tailor. And now, she is using her powers to bring joy and wonder to those around her.
As I bid them farewell and made my way back to my campsite, I knew that my life had been forever changed by the encounter with Carrie and Orisia. I had discovered a new world of possibility and wonder, a world where anything was possible if only you believed.
And as I lay down under the stars that night, I felt a sense of gratitude and awe for the magical experience I had been a part of. The Bicentennial year of 1976 brought me an experience that I will never forget. And for that, I would always be grateful.
Carrie Reimaging
August 2024
After the grand 4th of July celebration, Osiria found herself engrossed in brewing tea in the kitchen. Her thoughts drifted back to the festivities, and her mind lingered on the encounter with Kathy, the young woman they had met at the Bluegrass festival.
Carrie, Osiria called out, 'are you planning to reach out to Kathy?' Carrie emerged from the living room, her expression clouded with hesitation. 'I don't know,' she replied. 'She might have just been pretending to be nice, like the kids at school. I don't want to get hurt again. Osiria was surprised by Carrie's response. 'I don't think Kathy was pretending,' she said. 'It would be good for you to connect with someone your own age.'' I have you,' Carrie protested.I don't need anyone else.'' I'm glad we're close and that you feel safe with me,' Osiria said, 'but building a community of friends is important. It allows you to experience different perspectives and grow as a person.' Carrie's gaze dropped. 'What if I get hurt again?' she asked.' You probably could, Osiria replied honestly. 'But that's part of life. There's also joy to be experienced. If you close off and never experience anything, you miss out on living.'
Carrie's asked Osiria, have you ever been hurt?' Osiria paused, tears welling in her eyes. Of course I have,' she said.' how have you been hurt ?' Carrie asked gently. My father,' Osiria replied. He was never in my life. And the death of my mother and son.' Carrie's eyes filled with sadness. 'I didn't know you were a mother,' she said. 'And you lost your mother? How did that happen?' A heavy silence filled the air as Osiria struggled to compose herself. 'My mother was one of my best friends,' she said, her voice trembling. 'We shared so many memories. She died of cancer. My son, Ezra, died of a rare form of cancer called rhabdoid tumor when he was just four years old.' Tears streamed down both Carrie and Osiria's faces. Carrie reached out and embraced Osiria tightly. They stood there in silence, Carrie offering her unwavering support and empathy. After a long moment, Carrie pulled back and looked into Osiria's eyes. 'Thank you,' she whispered. 'Thank you for loving me.' At that moment, Carrie was beginning to understand that she was not the only one experiencing pain and the importance of human connection. And in their shared vulnerability of their stories. Carrie felt so lucky to have found Osiria.
Carrie Reimagining
September 2024
Carrie's heart raced as she finally mustered the courage to call Kathy. After much hesitation, she was determined to take a chance and forge a new friendship. As the phone rang, Carrie's palms grew sweaty, but the moment Kathy's cheerful voice answered, all her worries melted away.
"Carrie! I'm so glad you called," Kathy exclaimed, her excitement. "I've been thinking about you and Osiria ever since the Fourth of July. It's so “nice hear from you, Carrie felt a wave of relief wash over her. "I'm so happy to hear that, Kathy. I've been wanting to reach out, but I'll admit, I was a little nervous," she confessed, her voice softening.
Kathy's response was reassuring. "Don't be nervous, Carrie. I'm thrilled you called. The two women launched into a conversation, sharing updates on their lives and talking about their previous hangout. Carrie was surprised by how comfortable she felt, as if she had known Kathy for years. "So, Kathy, tell me more about the things you enjoy doing," Carrie said, eager to learn more about her new friend. "Well, I'm a big fan of the outdoors," Kathy began, with excitement. "I love going on hikes and exploring new trails.
There's something so peaceful and rejuvenating about being in nature. And I also really enjoy dancing – I try to go to a salsa club or a jazz bar whenever I can. Music is a huge part of my life, too. I love listening to records and playing my guitar." Carrie listened intently, a smile spreading across her face. "That sounds amazing, Kathy. I feel the same way being here in the cabin with Osiria. It’s so lovely being in nature. I have a dog named Angel, and I'd love for you to meet him. Do you have any pets?" "I do!" Kathy exclaimed. "I have two dogs, Justice and Whittier. They're the best hiking companions. Maybe we could plan a day trip with our furry friends sometime?" Carrie's heart leapt at the suggestion. "That would be so much fun! I'd love to do that. We could pack a picnic and explore a new trail together."
Kathy said, "Carrie, I'm so glad you called. I've been wanting to connect, and I'm really looking forward to our hiking adventure. It's going to be a blast!" "Me too, Kathy," Carrie replied, "I can't wait to spend more time with you and our pups. The two women made plans to meet up the following weekend. Carrie had taken a leap of faith, and it had paid off in the most wonderful way. As Carrie prepared for their upcoming adventure, she couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed in the past few months. The fear and hesitation she had once felt had been replaced by a newfound confidence. Carrie and Kathy with their dogs by their side and a shared love of the great outdoors, the two women were poised to embark on an adventure that would leave a lasting impact on their lives.
Carrie Remaining
October 2024
As the leaves began to turn from green to vibrant hues of orange and gold, Osiria felt a familiar thrill in the air. Halloween was approaching, and with it came the anticipation of creativity and joy. It was her favorite time of year—a season brimming with magic, where the veil between the ordinary and the extraordinary became delightfully thin. This year, Osiria was especially eager to share her beloved Halloween tradition, "The Three Witches of Pumpkin Lane," with Carrie and Kathy. This would be the first time in years since she celebrated this tradition. This was a tradition started by her mother and when she had her son she shared it with him but, since their deaths, she stopped. This year she felt, with Carrie in her life and Kathy becoming part of their cozy circle, that this would be a great time to start the tradition again. She pulled out tons of decorations from her attic. The dim light of her cabin flickered as she set to work, laying out eerie lights that twinkled like distant stars, fog machines that filled the air with a ghostly mist, and a collection of carved pumpkins, each bearing a different wicked grin. As she transformed her cabin into a spooky wonderland, it felt like the inside of a Halloween storybook.
Carrie and Kathy arrived with wide eyes, their surroundings. "This is amazing!" Carrie exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face. Osiria beamed, knowing that her vision was coming together wonderfully. Kathy asked are with having a Halloween party? Osiria said no this a family tradition that my mom started called the three witches of Pumpkin lane. Carrie asked how this tradition came about? Osiria’s eyes sparkled, her mind racing back to her childhood. “My mother was truly an amazing storyteller,” she began. “Every year, she would gather us around the fireplace, wearing her witch’s hat, and pretend she had just returned from a year-long trip from a mystical land. It was always a different tale—she never repeated the same story twice. She would weave elaborate tales of enchanted forests, talking animals, and magical creatures. Each story was more fantastical than the last.” "What if we dressed up as the witches from your tradition?" Carrie proposed, her imagination already running wild. "Do you have any costumes?" Osiria chuckled, "I have three witches' hats. She pulled them out. Carrie said I’ll create elaborate costumes for us!" she declared, her eyes shining with excitement. "We can each embody a different witch: the Witch of River Spirits, the Witch of Ancient Trees, and the Witch of Lunar Magic!" Kathy clapped her hands together, thrilled at the idea. "I love it! But how do we decide who takes which witch?" With a mischievous glint in her eye, Carrie suggested, "Let’s write down the powers of each witch on slips of paper and draw from the witches' hat!" As they gathered around the table, laughter filled the cabin. Osiria felt a bubbling anticipation as they penned down their respective powers. Finally, it was time to draw. Osiria went first, her heart racing. She reached into the hat, fishing around until she pulled out a slip of paper. Her voice, adopting a dramatic cackle, read aloud, "I am the Witch of Ancient Trees!" Cheers and laughter erupted from Carrie and Kathy, who complimented her choice. Next, it was Kathy's turn. She drew a slip and held it up as she declared, "I am the Witch of River Spirits!" Her smile was radiant, and Osiria felt a sense of pride swell within her. All eyes turned to Carrie, who was left with only one option. She offered an exaggerated sigh of mock despair before dramatically raising her slip, proclaiming, “Then I must be the Witch of Lunar Magic!” With their witchly roles decided, the three friends spent the next few days preparing for Halloween night. Carrie crafted flowing, ethereal robes that glimmered like moonlight for her Lunar Magic persona, while Kathy’s robe had sparkling sequins and flowing fabrics. Osiria’s costume mirrored the resilience of ancient trees, adorned with leafy details and earthy tones.
Finally, Halloween night arrived—a spectacular evening filled with crackling excitement. The moon hung high and round in the inky sky—a perfect backdrop for their festivities. They gathered around a bonfire crackling with warmth, the mist from the fog machines swirling around them like the spirits of Halloween itself. The glow of the flames danced against their faces as they settled in, bundled in their magical attire. As they roasted marshmallows and told spooky tales, the air was filled with laughter and the smell of sweet treats. Underneath the shimmering moonlight, they felt the magic of Halloween wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Osiria glanced at Carrie and Kathy, her heart swelling with gratitude. At that moment, she knew her tradition had taken root not just in her home, but in the hearts of her friends. Together, they had woven a new layer into the fabric of their lives—an enchanting blend of friendship and the whimsical spirit of Halloween. The Three Witches of Pumpkin Lane had brought them closer together, and created memories they would cherish for years to come.
Carrie Remaining
November 2024
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November descended like a warm blanket over the cabin, and a group of friends found themselves huddled and cozy on the couch. Osiria was thinking about Thanksgiving and what they should do. Osiria asked both girls what they normally did on Thanksgiving. I've never celebrated Thanksgiving with sadness," Carrie remarked with a sigh, and Kathy shrugged, a half-hearted grin plastered on her face. I've celebrated, but let's just say my family is crazy—and not in a good way. Osiria's eyes lowered with empathy. I’m sorry to hear that. But maybe we can create new traditions together? A celebration that reflects the joy of friendship? Both girls beamed at her excitement. "That sounds amazing!" said Carrie. First things first," Osiria declared, "we need a Thanksgiving dinner, and I’ll teach you how to cook!" Kathy's eyes lit up at the thought, her fingers unconsciously strumming an imaginary guitar. "And I can compose a special song about this cabin, this moment, and our new tradition. It’ll be perfect!" Carrie nodded vigorously. "And maybe we can read a book together? I’ve always loved that, and I know just the thing to spice things up! I could find a book that’s been banned, and we can have a discussion about it afterward." Kathy laughed. "What a novel idea!"
With their plans set, the trio bundled up and headed to Maplewood's grocery store. The autumn air was crisp, and the colorful leaves crunched beneath their feet as they made their way through the town. Inside the store was full of families picking up their Thanksgiving supplies, and the scent of cinnamon swept through the air. Osiria led the charge down the aisles, filling their cart with the traditional feast: a plump turkey, stuffing ingredients, sweet potatoes, and an assortment of vegetables. Afterwards, they headed to the library. As Carrie entered the library, she was greeted with a quiet rustle of pages being turned. Carrie’s heart raced with anticipation. She knew the librarian, Mrs. Jenkins, well. The grave-eyed woman had always been understanding of the youthful quest for knowledge; she had seen Carrie through her stages of obsession with every single “Nancy Drew” mystery that had ever existed. Hi, Mrs. Jenkins!” Carrie called out, weaving through the maze of shelves until she reached the desk where the librarian sat, eyebrows quirked and a faint smile creeping onto her face. Hello, Carrie. What adventure are you embarking on today?” Mrs. Jenkins asked, peering over her glasses. I’m on the hunt for banned books, Carrie replied with a mischievous smile. Mrs. Jenkins reached under her desk and pulled the book “Forever” by Judy Blume. Mrs. Jenkins said in a whisper that this was banned last year for telling the truth about young teenage desires. She handed the book to Carrie, and Carrie mouthed thank you; she walked away quickly. Once outside, Carrie replied with a cheeky smile. I got it! Judy Blume “Forever”! It was banned last year. Osiria gasped slightly with confusion. Why would they ban a Judy Blume book? I thought she was a new upcoming writer. Carrie leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. It talks about teen sexuality—like real stuff, you know? The kind of stuff they don’t want us thinking about. Kathy's eyebrows shot up, and she could barely contain her excitement. “Wow! That’s exactly why we need to read it! If people are freaking out about it, it has to be good!”
Once home, they set about their tasks with excitement. Osiria put on an apron, her hair braided to keep it neat. Alright, let’s get started on that turkey! She exclaimed! Kathy settled by the window, guitar in hand, tapping the strings lightly as she began to pen lyrics. She thought about the cabin and how it stood strong despite the cold winds outside, much like their bond. What should I call it? she said aloud. Then it hit her—“Together in the Cabin.” The title inspired her to write about friendship, resilience, and the changing seasons and how they could create a light that outshined their past holiday grievances. The turkey was in the oven and smelling heavenly, and the friends gathered in the main room. They brought pillows and blankets, created their own cozy reading nook, and began to read aloud in turns. Laughter and discussion flowed naturally as they enjoyed each chapter and connected the story to their own lives.
As the sun began to set across the sky, Kathy strummed her guitar and sang her newly-written song. The melody flowed through the air, accompanied by the soft crackle of the fire. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, filling the cabin with unconditional love. A sense of belonging washed over them all—an understanding that family could be chosen. As they shared stories, indulged in delicious food, and reflected on the book, the darkness of past holidays faded into the background, leaving only hope and friendship. Thanksgiving didn’t have to be a lonely day marked by trauma, but a celebration of togetherness, creativity, and love. And as night blanketed the world outside, laughter echoed within that little cabin.
These are 2 angels that I thrifted with broken wings and this inspired end of this year long art journal.
Carrie Remaining
December 2024
Welcome, December, the time of year when snowflakes dance through the air and twinkling lights adorn each home. As the holiday season approached, Osiria found herself reflecting on how to celebrate Christmas this year. Following the new traditions they had forged for Thanksgiving, it felt natural to explore uncharted territory for Christmas as well.
Osiria gazed out the window, her thoughts somewhere between dreams and memories. Her eyes fell on a dusty angel figurine tucked away in the corner, its presence fading into the shadows of time. Drawn by a force she didn't fully understand, she approached the shelf and carefully pulled the figurine into the light. As it came free, she winced—one of its delicate wings had broken, lost among the debris of forgotten memories.
In that moment, a memory flooded her mind, vibrant and clear. This angel had been a gift from her mother, a symbol of hope during a dark time. Osiria remembered holding it close, praying for her son’s well-being, believing that this small figure could somehow act as an advocate in those desperate hours. When the prayers went unanswered, Osiria throw the figurine across the room
A wave of sadness washed over her as she noticed the angel's broken wing—a physical reminder of her loss. Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted into the air, soft and welcoming. Lavender. Osiria's heart swelled, for it was her mother’s favorite. Guided by instinct, she reached for the small lavender plant on her nightstand, plucking a few sprigs to fasten to the angel’s broken wing. As she placed them delicately, she felt a strange sense of renewal wash over the figurine. The memories of the year returned to her—moments of quiet laughter shared with Carrie and Kathy, their unexpected friendship that had become a newfound source of joy. They had transformed their lives together, forging bonds that had once seemed impossible. In Osiria's reflection, she felt deep gratitude swell inside her heart.
Just then, a soft knock broke the stillness. “Come in,” she called, her voice welcoming. The door opened to reveal Carrie and Kathy, their faces overly bright and grinning from ear to ear.
“What are you up to?” Carrie asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
“I was just thinking about Christmas and our little family unit,” Osiria replied, holding the angel close to her heart. She then shared what the angel symbolized to her, how she wanted to turn its brokenness into a message of kindness.
“This angel with the broken wing represents growth,” she explained. “I propose that we each take a turn holding it and share something kind about ourselves. We’ve all been through so much, and I think it’s time we acknowledge our journeys.”
Carrie and Kathy exchanged quick glances, momentarily confused. “How do we do that?” Kathy inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.
“By saying something kind about yourself,” Osiria clarified, feeling a wave of encouragement wash over her. “I’ll start.” She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words lift as she spoke. “I am so grateful that we found each other. After my mother and son died, I stopped helping others, thinking it would shield me from the pain. But in doing so, I lost a part of myself. Helping you both has revived me, and I want to embrace that again.”
Tears glistened in Carrie and Kathy’s eyes as they listened, their hearts resonating with Osiria's vulnerability. Osiria carefully passed the angel to Carrie, heart racing with anticipation.
Carrie took a moment to compose herself before speaking. “Before I met you, I believed that I was unlovable, that no one could accept me as I am. But you showed me otherwise. Through you both, I learned that my powers can be used for good—I can create beautiful clothes, and surprisingly, I am smarter than I ever thought possible.”
With a shaky hand, Carrie passed the angel to Kathy. Kathy smiled through tears, her love for the two women enveloping her. “Before I met you, I thought family was the worst thing that could happen to you. But now, I know that family can be chosen,” she replied. “I chose you both, and I’ve realized that I matter, even if my biological family doesn’t see it.”
As they finished sharing, the air hung thick with emotion—a beautiful tapestry woven from shared experiences and newfound love. With tears in their eyes, they gathered close, wrapping each other in a warm embrace, feeling like the family they had all longed for.
This Christmas, they didn’t just celebrate the season. They celebrated each other, the beauty of chosen family, and the kindness that stemmed from shared wounds. The angel, now adorned with lavender and the stories of three women, stood as a beacon of hope—a reminder that even in brokenness, there could be beauty, growth, and love.