I snuck over to the Asylum at the last minute for some festivities with chebutykin and cajones, and had a nice quiet easing into the Gnu Ear. It was all very last-minute-- I think I got there after 11:30. I hadn't really planned on going anywhere, but Chris had called earlier and planted the bug.
Lots of introspection offline lately. Lots of spiritual and artistic gnoshing that I haven't really been putting up here. Not really sure why, other than it's very internal.
To me, spirituality and artistry go hand in hand. And I've been neglecting the spiritual side of the creativity, pushing it back to the practical, making it fit into molds that aren't really mine.
I'm overextended. Stretched too thin, like a gullible piece of tape. It explains a lot of the hunger that I've been feeling, a lot of the restlessness. I need to pull it back and get back to the core of what I want to do.
Those of you who are artists of various kinds and who have shared your work, I thank you. It really does mean something when I see friends do wonderful things, and it reminds me that somewhere deep inside me lives something that needs to get out and breathe. I am stronger for what you share.
There is no such thing as coincidence. There is only synchrony.