one word.
January 2, 2009
i have been wanting to write more here yet am seemingly stuck in a non-verbal phase. i have been eschewing the phone these days because it takes up too much of time. my words. my voice. i am remiss in responding to many friends (and colleagues) emails because my fingers tire quickly when succumbing to orthographic conventions. already it is the second month in the new year, 3 months since i last dropped words here…and i am still gasping for air.
it is synchronicity that catches my attention these days…and as a way back into language, i choose to examine the signs before me. i am noticing movement beginning to inspire change underneath a frigid surface, stagnant from fear, anger and inexperience. i am noticing this movement in the many ways that a single word promises hope and brings forth a sign: “yes” slips out of my mouth as i stand up for myself, across my hands as i caress the promise of my art, and through my eyes as i smile at her.
this “yes”, this single word, is crashing through walls – the fortress even — that i have built around me to ward off the “no” i have convinced myself others are slinging at me. slowly, i take steps towards me, towards them, towards her, towards you…and waiting with bated breath to discover what will be revealed as the walls come tumbling down.
today.
i am paying attention.
following signs.
breathing.
.yes.
language returns. one word at a time.
one word.
January 2, 2009
i have been wanting to write more here yet am seemingly stuck in a non-verbal phase. i have been eschewing the phone these days because it takes up too much of time. my words. my voice. i am remiss in responding to many friends (and colleagues) emails because my fingers tire quickly when succumbing to orthographic conventions. already it is the second month in the new year, 3 months since i last dropped words here…and i am still gasping for air.
it is synchronicity that catches my attention these days…and as a way back into language, i choose to examine the signs before me. i am noticing movement beginning to inspire change underneath a frigid surface, stagnant from fear, anger and inexperience. i am noticing this movement in the many ways that a single word promises hope and brings forth a sign: “yes” slips out of my mouth as i stand up for myself, across my hands as i caress the promise of my art, and through my eyes as i smile at her.
this “yes”, this single word, is crashing through walls – the fortress even — that i have built around me to ward off the “no” i have convinced myself others are slinging at me. slowly, i take steps towards me, towards them, towards her, towards you…and waiting with bated breath to discover what will be revealed as the walls come tumbling down.
today.
i am paying attention.
following signs.
breathing.
.yes.
language returns. one word at a time.
