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Nothing Left to Hold Me Back

I’ve run out of reasons why not to, I created my whole new world of possibilities even when I couldn’t name it yet, I’ve run out of possibilities why not to, I wanted

Unfamiliar Ground Begins Breathing

I turn around because every road that has broken my hopes somehow still feels familiar enough to lure me back into believing that past failure isn’t enough, I turn

An Inner Dialogue Already In Progress

As I let go slowly, of the need for everyone to experience my work exactly as I experienced creating it, As I let go slowly, accepting that meaning changes as I

Something Fuller Begins To Emerge

I’ve always remembered that nothing I create truly belongs to me, no matter how deeply personal it may feel to me, I’ve always remembered carrying traces of

As the Water Slowly Clears

I stay steady, when desire pulls at one sleeve and fear pulls at the other until I barely recognize my own direction, I stay steady, because I have watched urgency

The Steadiest Ground I Have Ever Found

I aspire to be the one whose presence in a difficult room makes the difficulty easier to move through where I can feel the shape of who she is and how close I am

The Only Constant Ground That Voice Has Known

I have called something entirely mine and felt proud of the calling and then later traced it back through every hand that shaped me before I ever sat down to make

This is my life right now…

I am creating a whole new life that doesn’t require any kind of permission, any kind of acceptance, I am creating a whole new life right now that doesn’t need any

The Real Practice Was Waiting in the Avoided Room

I have walked into a room already bracing for the version of it that goes wrong before anything had actually happened to justify it, I have walked into uncertain

The Only Intention I Never Needed to Explain

I’m a channel for something I don’t fully understand yet, and sometimes that feeling of deficiency has felt like the most honest description of my relationship to

The Familiar That Stopped Asking Anything of Me

I have expected things that were never going to arrive in the form I was expecting them, blindsided by the gap between what I had imagined and what actually happened,

The Clarity That Substituted for the Action

I have set out to make something and partway through the making I lost the thread but kept going anyway out of momentum to the version of myself who had started,

Loved It More for the Strangeness

I have never actually worked alone even on the days when the room was empty and the only sounds were the ones I was making underneath the quiet, I have never worked

Architecture Built Before I Had the Language

I have created things that I thought were entirely my own, only to later realize how much of them were influenced by everything that had come before me, even before

Dressed in the Language of Discernment

I’ve observed what someone else has built, felt the familiar drop in my chest, dressing in the language of discernment when the truer word for it has always been

When Ownership Becomes Lighter

I let go slowly, of the need for everyone to understand what I meant the way I understand it, I let go slowly, realizing that what touches another person may have

Something More Honest Appears

I remember now, that nothing I make arrives untouched by the voices, places, memories and influences that shaped me, I remember now, how every idea carries fingerprints

The Choosing Is the Whole Answer

I am going to share this thing even though the sharing feels like opening a part of myself in public that I have only ever been willing to open in private circle

Named It Something Than It Was

I have a way of finishing things that involves finding one more reason why the thing is not yet done and needs one more pass before it can leave my hands, I have

The Threshold That Became a Destination

I have treated every unfinished thing as if it were the last chance I would ever have to prove something, I have never once been able to fully articulate, I have