I have not published here for awhile in what has become my secret garden corner in my ever more public life. I have not crawled into my safe little snail shell and yawned and smiled and raged and screamed against the dark, damp walls.
There seem to be two clear paths taking shape: one towards the unhealthy repressed side, and the other towards healing, creativity and sanity. I am leaving behind the people who do not support my wild side. I am leaving behind the small clattering cliques of singing accountants, to join forces with the people who sing from the heart's hidden passion-- untamed and uncivilized, but not uncivil. I am learning to avoid the people with the brown karma.
I have been having some wild, shape-shifting dreams, which is good. It means things are as they should be. I wake up to feel very surprised to find I am as I was before.
I am so thankful for those friends who have supported my dreams in the slow times, when transitions were painful and hard-won, when I am hope-blind and feeling smaller than a fingernail. Thank you so much.
