Today I got angry. That in itself is not a novel exciting thing. But getting angry and letting it go- I mean literally releasing its weight minutes later- is something I have never, I mean NEVER, experienced before tonight. Thanks to my friend, I have been working on my anger for the last couple of weeks, and with the lending of her positive energy, I have made considerable leaps.
I started this photo as a visual for my anger, but in the process, came out with something much more beautiful that to me shows strength. It is the passage of my voice- a voice that recognizes anger and speaks it, but does not own it or take it on as a part. It comes, it passes. And,
that is a beautiful thing.
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