After a long, dark time of healing, I feel as if I am coming alive again. On Sunday I have a workshop in making tiny books of love for Valentine’s day. I am in my happy place when I am combining my writing with art.
Recently, I completed a 35 page book which is resting in pdf format at the current time. After I find a storefront, I will be putting it for sale.
I wrote a 14 page short story about the passing of my step-father last week and I need to get ISBN numbers for both of these creations.
Two shows of my art might be coming up. The United Church Hall has an opening in March and the blood bank has great walls that will be available in March as well. Talk about a captured audience. People will be laid out, unmoving staring at the walls.
My goal of building muscle in my arms and back is slowly being achieved. It is getting easier to heft those weights which I leave on my livingroom floor… in the way. When I trip, I stop and lift.
On my facebook page I have been posting media feedback from the Egyptian demonstrations all day. It is fascinating to see the force of intention that people can form. Peaceful presence. The images of the Christians standing in a circle facing outward with their hands held protectively standing guard for their Muslim brothers kneeling on the ground says so much about what real love is. Religious should lead to compassion and not judgment. Amazing images coming out of the Tehrir square in Cairo.
It is good to feel creative again. It is good to feel alive again. There are moments when I grieve the loss of one who I believed to be my friend. But there is something better coming for me and I feel that.