A Love Note from the Past

Here's something I wrote in women's circle in April 2017. Unedited, wild freewriting. It feels like a love note to my life now. How special to stumble across it.

My longing is cocreation. Solo time is over. I want everything to be created together. Art. Relationship. Shared. Tantra. If there were no obstacles, I would travel and write and photograph and share of my adventures. My travels would be about connection. Talking with artists. Creating together. Cooking together. An experience of community. I dream of communal living and cocreation. Partnership. Making art together. Not side by side but co-created. This exists in many ways in my life, and I dream of being in it more.

I dream of a life without hours and schedules. A life that has a flow — and goes where the wind blows. It would feel anchored by community and connection — it would feel light and playful and free. Curiosity would pull me ever forward. My secret longing is to listen to people talk about sex and relationships. To hold space for them to drop below the drama of story. To work with magic to help them (and me) access the unseen, the unacknowledged.

And all the time photographing, witnessing, documenting and showing. Unearthing. Voicing. Holding and being held.