Perhaps as the days go on and this project becomes popular and so many years pass, this first post will be missed and rarely looked at again. But today, as I write this, the space is only about to kick off the fundraiser and I am swimming along in a creative dream. I feel like Prospero deep in the eye of the storm, kicking off a mad tirade of power and magic. For this is what it feels like to grab nothingness out of thin air and drag it into being—it is almost a kind of violence.
Being born is a messy affair, loud and yelping.
I have now written all the words on the website, selected all the photos, and built the site itself. I spent the last two days creating the video on the fundraiser page. Is it too personal? Maybe. But I can’t separate myself from my work. My work in the world is an extension of my soul.
I wanted to add this blog so that I could have a space to insert the passing fancies of each day and to show how these change and grow and develop. The archetypes also change and grow and develop. They are not static and neither are we. Indeed, nothing in this universe is static. Everything is constantly in motion. I read a wonderful thing last night: apparently Teillard de Chardin said that matter is spirit moving slowly enough for us to see it.
Each day or so I hope to write a short comment on this blog and accompany it with that day’s song. Today, I was reminiscing about my life when I was a teenager. I am Gen X and officially grew up in the 80’s so a lot of the music I will play on Sundays and share here was actually on the radio when I was growing up.
Anyway, it seems fitting. My work is my soul is my love. Love My Way, then.