Eat the weeds
Apr. 23rd, 2014 07:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormI went to a Dionysian rite recently. It was fabulous, I got to explore within myself the feeling of not wanting to communicate with anyone on any level: not verbal, not through body language or behavior. I've never desired this before.
When I was finished, safe home, and wanting to go back and explore those spaces again I was told: some write, some paint, some dance. Find your space to explore.
So I've been writing, a little here and there because hauling a laptop down to a coffee shop or poking away at the phone are not ideal ways to write.
I've also been, apparently, loving rather a lot. That's always been my form of divine madness, right?
So there we are.
When I was finished, safe home, and wanting to go back and explore those spaces again I was told: some write, some paint, some dance. Find your space to explore.
So I've been writing, a little here and there because hauling a laptop down to a coffee shop or poking away at the phone are not ideal ways to write.
I've also been, apparently, loving rather a lot. That's always been my form of divine madness, right?
So there we are.
