Have so many things ever been going on in your life that you have not a chance to breath it in and simply exhale it out. It is tantamount to life to breath in and out. It is also necessary to experience, to do, to act upon and create when one is an artist.
That last one gets me in the gut.
I don’t know why some things bring tears to my eyes easily. A word, an act of kindness and even a thank you can bring ‘em on unbidden. Maybe it was this past week or two. Or maybe this past year or two. All I know is this; is that the tears are flowing not of sadness but of happiness. And it’s not about money and it’s not about being popular and it’s not about being something I not.
It could be that I feel connected. That I feel worthy? or needed? or loved? It’s an old feeling, one I felt long ago when I was a kid that seemed to ebb away for a while. I am part of something much larger than myself right now. Knowing that out there – in that vastness, that there are other entities not unlike myself who call me friend, or lover or family, sister or daughter and simply artist or emotion creator and writer brings the tears on.
All the wrongs melt away. All the hurt heals. All the abuse disappears. And it’s just me and you. For whatever reason we know each other is ok. I am so lucky to have met you and even more lucky to know you think of me when I am not there as I think of you when you are not here.
If you don’t understand, it is ok. I just want to say thank you and that I love you.
So yes, you just made my day.