Thank you to the spoken word poet Sarah Kay for your presence at Creative Mornings NYC this morning, where you captivated my attention. For someone to captivate me these days is really quite a feat, with Twitter just a click away and my busy mind and so many other distractions. Witnessing your truth flowing through was an electric experience. You viscerally compelled me to remember the importance of saying what I mean with the full power of my being; you reminded me, too, of the beauty of doing so, and the shame in concealing such beauty.
I have stacks of old journals stored in my closet, and even more stories in my brain and in my body telling me who I am and what I want. Decoding these stories means knowing my own symbols. (Photo by Barry Silver.)
Ladies, I invite you to fill yourselves with rage.
Why do we work so hard to talk ourselves out of knowing the things that we know, deep down, to be true?
Our lives aren't tidy, and neither are our identities -- so why do we act like they are? And what would happen if we stopped?
If there's a small voice inside of you saying "I miss writing/painting/acting/dancing/[fill in the blank]," this post is an invitation to begin again.