The World Waits for no one in particular
The World will not wait for us to create, the world will not magically create for us. Ideas ruminating in our heads are merely that, ideas. The work is in the work, the hours spent editing and recording and rehearsing and doubting. Stay true to your ideas and let them develop in the process of the work. Tell me your idea, show me the work. I have to remind myself of this. A mentor once told me I was lazy and yes, she was right, Lazy is the propensity to think creative ideas are enough. They are not. They are nothing but beautiful floaters, they are nothing until you do the work. We can encourage and feed off one another, helping each other to do the work.
After isolation, the breath of escape is welcoming. Returning to laughing in public, sipping tea, sharing moments in cafes and places of comfort, I am joyous. I have missed it so.
Today five of my friends have tested positive. The breath of escape turns into gasps of fear. It’s near to me, circling me. I return to the solitude of the forest. Entering the woods, the trees and mossy over hangs envelop me and remind me to breathe. Circular breathing. Releasing and envisioning a healthy world.