Oh the agony...the guilt...the pain
I haven't been doing my morning pages, taking my walks, or going out on artist dates for the past several weeks. Since I just the read the chapter "Uncovering a Sense of Truth", I felt this might be the opportune time to spill my guts. I think I need encouragement and a B12 shot.
Beginnings of a Poem
I am this rock eroded by harsh winds and trickling water
I am this hollow shell sheltering voices of the sea
the sea salt bathes my wounds
I am this tree rocking to and fro meditating purpose and bliss
I am this breeze perfect in every way reaching beyond the universe
I am not this flesh, blood, and bones
I am so much more than that...
All is not in vain, I have been in my studio, "on fire", creating some awesome jewelry pieces.