Friday the 13th has always been a favorite day of mine. The day and the number are sacred to the Goddess, Aphrodite/Venus in particular. I went to an underground open mike cabaret, one of my favorite places to be. The host knows just who to invite, keeps out the riff-raff so that every reader, poet, musician who comes to the stage is on this same spontaneous wavelength. It was spiritually expansive, acknowledging the interconnectedness. Wow, it was like the Universe was speaking through them, reminding me that this is the change. It starts slow, but when all these creative types are speaking to the same thing, wishing for the same thing, bringing it down from the ethers through the distillation into language---my heart feels happy, it feels like the whole collective consciousness is shifting towards the desire for community and connection instead of competition.
These events are ever so inspiring to me. Having all that creative energies just fills me with verse. Several poems came out from it, most very raw. A few I had to share privately, others with friends. it's funny, how sometimes you just don't have the words to explain. Sometimes you have to use symbol, metaphor. And sometimes those emotions just have to be released, attached to words and put out into the world. I feel lighter when I can get the words out onto paper, so they don't clog up my mind.
I am recognizing that this will need to be a practice for me, especially as I am desiring to put out more art, to create more. Drawing and sketching too. There are a few bodies I know that I'd just love to sketch or sculpt. I've always done better with 3-D media, sketches feel like intellectual exercises...translating something full into something flat. It can be fun, but it's only preparation.
So, writing, sketching, sculpting. And I have to sew up a new diary, I finished mine this weekend.
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