there is a point

scribbled into my notebook after the REZ reading series debut –

there is a point in hurting. there is a point in writing, in reading through the moments that still make you ache. in sharing and cracking open, emptying your soul into a warm glass for loved ones and strangers alike to partake. in standing outside alone with the amber lights and the glistening tree branches and the snow blowing directly towards you, into your hair and eyelashes, the heart of you full and stirred into a fervor because in actuality, in real reality- this matters, always has mattered, always will. thank all the gods and the god inside me- for the hurting, the healing, the depth and spectra, the calm and perfect storms inside the WRITTEN WORD.

ajd
3.7.13

(great readings this week – great connections, great feelings

sending all the love back out and around again..)

XO

a.

Author: audrey dimola

MY NAME IS AUDREY AND I AM A WILDFIRE. // My work catches flame at the intersections of multidisciplinary art, ceremony and ritual, community and connection, improvisation and radical vulnerability. I am a Queens, NYC born-and-raised poetic alchemist, performer, curator, and sacred space-holder; author of 3 poetry and prose collections; Director of Public Programs at Socrates Sculpture Park; and creator of original event experiences such as Nature of the Muse, Church of the Sacred Body, and How We Create & How We Cope: Intersections of Art & Mental Illness.

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