Tuesday, April 3, 2012


I woke with the image of the inside of my womb melting away. It was shedding its skin and with it, it was releasing the old so that the new could be born.

Faces from the past flashed into my mind, and with an 'ahhhhh' I let them go. Melting away. Gone. Their imprint on the way I perceive and the way I create was gone.

Thank you for this. Thank you for the cycle. Thank you for this death. Thank you for this life.