Going through some images on my computer and found this ink drawing from a bit ago.
It reminds me that I will forget, this way of being, this creative place. And also I will remember. For me this is a constant pattern. Some days months hours are more consistent and fruitful and feel I am living and being in the creative space I love to be. But then others well, it seems it is gone or vanished and I am floating in this space between where I am and where I prefer to be. Where I prefer to be is in this elusive here- fully present, engaged, heart committed, connected to some energy and way that knows more then me and yet includes me in the process. This creative process where I am always learning.
"When I forgot: this time could have been days even weeks ago. All I can see has shifted to include more luminous delight more space with feeling without need to change, check, complete, grasp, gasp i can breath what i don't know again, there is a patient self on inside between within and she connects mountains with breeze and i thank her for showing up here on after many rain bare clinging hours. I wish I knew exactly how she, i , we arrived. Could be lucky apron, soup, yoga from yesterday, new paint, walk,..something returned me to this trust open free. Maybe it was the music. But now i remember."
