October 8, 2012
Most of my life seems to consist of waiting – to complete something, to receive something… because even when I am just still, enjoying the now, in a state of be-ing, there is a consequence: another moment. And this is where I lack clarity. Is that moment – it, all of it? How can I float endlessly? Without remembering the memories, without anticipating all that is about to happen in the next moment…?
So I live in amazingly peace-filled contradiction of moments of intense conviction and moments of fumbling uncertainty – with relief to learn this is a well-travelled path, and with despair that we are all lost…
For me, it is within this tension, that creativity appears.