It seems I have fallen out of writing.
I didn’t even realize it, or miss it. I knew the yoga blog was suffering, and because yoga is my life and business I knew I would have to write something eventually. When I logged into WordPress this morning, and hit ‘my blogs’ I found this one. I forgot about it. And Untitled and The Journal Project. Funny how life can change so fast and we forget about these things in our past…
Back to writing. Back to Painting. Back to living.
The Journal Project (1999 plus)is something I felt possessed to begin and a year later (when I intended to have it complete) I am only at journal 25 of about 60. It is a hardcore project with a lot of heavy (time consuming) sorting, feeling, and letting go.
“My place is among the meek, not the elite, in the streets.”
-Journal entry November 22, 2004.
My time at OCAD made me realize it was the city that inspired my passion for expression, not the school institution. I enjoyed walking the streets, observing the people, and writing. I disliked the cliques and culture that manifested in the art world.
Those of us
who have known
great love and tragedy.
Unable to sacrifice
or our hearts
because it hurts.
Too much. Too much. Too much.
We each hold
and we hold
In Love. In Love. In Love.
We all have our stories
We are all legends.