1/14/15 Notes to Myself:Small steps. I'm walking on the heels
of inspiration and trust. This feels
like trying to walk on water. I'm not
sure I can float if I fall. I might
Sometimes that's how I feel in
life and within the process of
Not trusting the process I can
work too hard, expect too much
of myself and I begin "gasping for air".
There's too much going on around me
it's like a vortex drawing me, splitting
me into fragments. Piece by piece, slipping
into its current,my arms begin to flail
as I try to get my bearings. I can't breathe.
There's a break and I inhale. A
painting is out there... outside the
current. It's peaceful, waiting for me
to return. If only I could relax
with the knowing I will float to the
surface. There's nothing to fear.
Not far from completion. Nothings lost
I can continue. The end point is
already there. All I have
to do is breathe and stop "gasping