Winter was a long stretch of stunned silence. For a while there it felt like everything around me was dissolving. It was, still is. My art table gathered dust and piles of books and what-nots. By May the light found its way through the cracks. When chaos swirls outside me, I go inward. I dove deep into meditation with sound classes to open up the microchakras. With each note I felt expansion and life piercing through. The days spilled into nights out with friends at the Bandshell in Prospect Park, karaoke, a circle back to Nashville, book signings at BEA and ALA in San Francisco. Life is good when we learn to accept what is and embrace the changes. Today I set the intention of creating a rhythm again. I lovingly scrubbed my art table and made space for inspiration. Haven’t started working yet, but the supplies are out.
Now it’s just a matter of showing up each day.
