Fall arrived. I’d always thought of it as an opening for new birth, but what if new birth was really a disintegrating of the old ways that rot in our flesh?
What a great reflection. I was right there, feeling it with you. "I had been unwilling to let go of it for fear of what might take its place—nothing. No book. No voice. No words. No existence. Would that be okay?"
Thank you! I know it ran a little long, but I wanted to share the evolution. Too often, artists and creatives are only asked about the end-product, without understanding the struggle to get there.
What a great reflection. I was right there, feeling it with you. "I had been unwilling to let go of it for fear of what might take its place—nothing. No book. No voice. No words. No existence. Would that be okay?"
Thank you! I know it ran a little long, but I wanted to share the evolution. Too often, artists and creatives are only asked about the end-product, without understanding the struggle to get there.