I’ve been doing lots of thinking these days, and writing. Lots and lots of writing. My Creative Non Fiction class has me going into all kinds of places and it turns out I still have a ton of shit to say. (Quelle surprise. 😬) It’s been an emotional week since my brother and his partner lost their home and everything they own in a house fire. Fire can be cleansing, but not before it destroys and displaces and obliterates. I know what it’s like to have everything ripped from your normal experience—when nothing around you is the same and your sense of security is gone. It takes time to find your footing again. But you are changed forever. You can’t go back. My heart has been heavy. •
I finished writing the first draft of my LAST submission that is due this semester. 4/4 I still have 3/4 to get workshopped, but I see the light. I see the end in sight and I’m really looking forward to it. School is all-encompassing, even though I am writing and I like writing. It takes so much of my time and my creative energy. I will still have my thesis to complete once classwork is over but I won’t have to spend long days in the forum, on the freaking computer. I am so looking forward to having more space to PAINT and think about new projects, complete old projects and especially to spend more time with humans. This is the 9th year that I’ve been alone in a room and I’m ready for change. A least a little. I’m looking forward to a new chapter while holding still and breathing out. I’m trying to face the sun as much as possible. Waving hello from here.