It’s a lay in bed all day and eat chocolate when I’m hungry kind of day. I feel like my heart is 10,000 feet underground. I’m trying to give myself permission to be in the space that I am, when there are a million things around me demanding attention. The life of a melancholy… How does the rest of the world live with us? My husband, so sweetly, sang ‘You Are My Sunshine” to me before getting out of bed, knowing I was going to have one of those days.
Misty Mawn’s Open Studio class began a few days ago, and I’m loving every second. So grateful to my family who bought me a spot in the class for me birthday.
Charcoal and White Pastel Only
Yesterday we had some writing assignments and I chose to make a video to add voice (or in this case, a whisper) and aesthetics to my heptastich poem (a poem with seven lines):
I must understand myself. I must understand the world.
My basic fear is that of being defective. I’m missing something. Others have it.
Overwhelmed by my emotion, I indulge in melancholy.
Feeling the sadness of the world, I retreat within.
The world is invasive, so confusing. I need privacy to think.
I seek integrity and moral courage.
I seek to go home, from whence I came into being.