Putting the finishing touches on my One Little Word project for February... having spent the best part of a week beating myself up for all the things I've been discovering in the process of psychological excavation... finally understanding that the antidote really does lie in three deceptively simple words: I am worthy.
My ambivalence about blogging and reluctance to really immerse myself in artmaking is beginning to make sense... and I'm grateful for being guided towards connections between worth/validation and experiences of the impostor syndrome that have left deep imprints on my psyche... though not always succeeding in being tender with myself in the process.
Looking around me: beloved ones are blossoming, though still others struggle; there is so much to be done, yet there is good reason to sit still and quiet; the news is relentless in its terrible tidings, but the day may yet reveal tiny moments of elation; exhaustion is inevitable, but it is a privilege to keep going.
I am still seeing feathers everywhere. My little 'un turns two on Wednesday. With apologies to E. L. Doctorow: I can only see as far as my headlights, but I know I can make the whole journey that way.