Many arts and much fortune
I'm having a little crisis of identity this morning. I got caught up in needing to deliver value, a lesson, a report of some kind. And yet, that's not my job right now. I don't know how long it will take me to get over being seen, even on this invisible platform, where I just need to push publish daily. I think that the posts can be too short. too long. too personal. not personal enough. I think that no one needs to read a post on why it's hard to talk about our work; how it's hard to be seen, even just by ourselves. Why not let the digital journal fill with time, let it stack evidence that in fact we are ok and remember all this is art. Back to the beauty. I wandered thru the garden barefoot waiting for my 2nd pour over to finish. I should have been wearing shoes because the cottonwood bud covers are on the ground and stick to my feet and are a pain to wash off. The early spring ...
