I am scared of the radical little girl who is being revealed layer by layer, as this process paint-strips the layers of my adulterated self like the walls of an old house. I find this journey is asking me: what is the bedrock of my being? So now I have to wonder what will be stripped to find out and will anyone suffer? Will I suffer? Will this stripping be painful? Or simply liberating? Where am I going? What will I find behind what some part of me put in place for good reason at the time. These no good reason tears – where do they come from?
Dreams of speaking in the tongues of my ancestors, which I don’t know. Si, io canto. Yes, I sing...? And then more dreams of singing. Yes, I sing, but certainly nowhere near where a harsh ear may hear.
I looooove singing like literally no one should ever be subjected to those sounds :D ... I used to dream of creating magnificent orchestral pieces played by giant symphonies and operas and choirs, overwhelming pieces of music that made my head feel like it should explode ... of course I don't play any instrument.
I'm currently in the 'cut n paste' part of the tasks and having quite a lot of fun.
Loved this! Your voice is strong and certain, even with the doubt... Onwards to possibilities!!
That's a beautiful message :) thanks Cathy xx
I am feeling scared too.
I am scared of the radical little girl who is being revealed layer by layer, as this process paint-strips the layers of my adulterated self like the walls of an old house. I find this journey is asking me: what is the bedrock of my being? So now I have to wonder what will be stripped to find out and will anyone suffer? Will I suffer? Will this stripping be painful? Or simply liberating? Where am I going? What will I find behind what some part of me put in place for good reason at the time. These no good reason tears – where do they come from?
Dreams of speaking in the tongues of my ancestors, which I don’t know. Si, io canto. Yes, I sing...? And then more dreams of singing. Yes, I sing, but certainly nowhere near where a harsh ear may hear.
I looooove singing like literally no one should ever be subjected to those sounds :D ... I used to dream of creating magnificent orchestral pieces played by giant symphonies and operas and choirs, overwhelming pieces of music that made my head feel like it should explode ... of course I don't play any instrument.
I'm currently in the 'cut n paste' part of the tasks and having quite a lot of fun.
I read this and I want to whooop! Yee Haaa! Gonna write more on the weekend. Thank you dear Tanya.