I am really glad, that upon reading a blog post on Writing With Paper, that I got very excited and went off hoping to see the artist’s works. I am very glad that I got very annoyed not to see the works. Tenacity experienced an upsurge and I was rewarded with EXACTLY what I required, which(of course) was not exactly what I had planned.
As much as I write, and talk, and produce, I never quite feel as if who I am, is heard. I am not sure that heard is the right word (imagine me giggling and cackling here, as that is what I am doing now). Her words about the excitement over the kiln are how I see and act upon most things, if I do not feel restrained. It is really important that I know the difference between restraint from life on life’s terms–the type and kind over which I have no influence, beyond keeping my flame blazing on the inside, and the restraint that I feel that comes from my own insides–the type that I can do with whatever I wish.
It confuses me and feeds my curiosity. that others do not often express the same pondering about such things within and without themselves. I do not think that there is a search for who we really are. I think that noticing what is right there all of the time, that which doesn’t change really, the contents of the individual is exactly who we are in each moment, lots of pretty facets–even in the ugly, because in that, we are teachable by the self.