I can feel it in the air. It is a new excitement, a new surge of energy. And it has come upon me with great force <camera focuses in for extreme close-up right now>.
It almost feels like that brief few seconds after you jump out of an airplane, when the sense of falling is upon you. You are flailing your arms and legs trying to grab a hold of something, your senses acute with your surroundings, as if your primal instinct has taken over. Soon that feeling of falling disappears and you find yourself flying, soaring through the sky like superman. It is an amazing moment. I encourage everyone to try skydiving at least once in their lifetime.
These feelings of excitement are how I know that my artistic juices are beginning to flow. Ideas, colors, sounds, images are starting to appear, swimming around me like leaves in a whirlwind. It feels good, and it makes me feel happy; aka "normal". For the first time in two years I feel like creating art again.
And for the first time in two years, the energy is coming from a place of peace and acceptance. Not anger or animosity.
I feel like a survivor. When you find the beach that leads to civilization after floating on a raft in the vast, dark ocean for two years, the only thing that matters is that you made it out alive. I am just grateful to be here...like finding my feet on the ground after jumping out of that airplane.
I went into the studio this weekend, and started to work again. I gathered a few gentle souls whom I love and started to get my hands dirty. It felt good. And I'm just going to leave it at that. Allowing myself to feel good.
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Skydiving was my birthday gift from my hubby on my 25th Birthday. Amazing experience.
