With the righteousness of a workday’s exhaustion, my mind ran through litanies of gratitude to the universe for anything and everything.
I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
After months of procrastinating, I finally made the form for the light installation at the Matthias building…
As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
I would write a beautiful book, a beautiful story… But it may not be pretty….