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.
(great readings this week – great connections, great feelings
sending all the love back out and around again..)