I sit down early in the morning with a blank page and then 'see' what appears in the white.
But sometimes it feels like a wave and I am a panicky surfer.
The contractual deal between the drawings and me is that I accept what comes through. And it's probably good for me, but it's not always awesome. It's like some delicious Detox Tea that sometimes makes me feel better, and sometimes not.
And once I've drawn something, and acknowledged a truth I may have peripherally or begrudgingly known, it now exists. No unknowing it now...
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So the toothpaste? (Stay with me as I switch metaphors) The toothpaste from the truth tube is out now. I can either throw it away or I can use it. I choose to use it, and explore a bit more. I toss it onto the fire from whence the toothpaste (?) originally came.
And just when the fire is getting exciting.....
It's time to blend into situations that aren't about the toothpaste of honesty. But the fire continues to simmer, whether I like it or not.