It is starting to happen: I am showing up in the studio and beginning to recognize what moves me. Beginning to take it seriously. Beginning to choose it over everything else. I am learning to pay attention to yearning. Yearning for what isn’t there. I am trying to remember there are no rules; there is only following my yearnings into a fresh field, to create a conversation that I want to have. A conversation that speaks to the spot on the map where I’m standing.
And this is whom I want to feel like, look like, be like. She is a reminder of the beauty of shining from within—in case I get too distracted by the other aspects of aging! And she reminds me of my sister Erica; two gifts.