Not sure I can do it justice tonight. There’s a cool change I’m trying to put my finger on….
and a river rock I got in Manhattan in 2009….
I’m not really verbal. What’s rich for me resides in the resonance and richness of what is visual and tactile and aural – so these blogs (and any writing task) are a challenge – to bring what is into what can be broadcast to more than what I see & get. But every so often something happens – an internal agreement to stretch the moment I’m in, when I think I should try to, I don’t know – share?
I’ve been working on some art pieces about what we now call ‘selfies’. Maybe that’s what I’ve been doing, all this time? trying to articulate something I … know about what I am?
I don’t seek them, but I see them – the selfies on the internet are vulnerable, mostly. Open to … something.
What is that? Do we all crave this, but only some (increasingly more) publish it?
And even after all this I’ve not come close to describing for you the real moment I’m in. Perhaps this is my vulnerability, and this post is a selfie. Open, and honest and incomplete and full of imperfections. Begging for criticism… or acceptance.
I know people who cannot talk from who they are. People who are so divided and hurt that nothing comes out straight, and mostly what comes out is painful, distorted and destructive. I’ve been in that place too – or my own version.
From this simple but rich rich place I am in, I send you my best, imperfect love. All of it. Always.
We turn into Spring together.