Parts of Me You Do Not See
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- 3 weeks ago
I know it has been long too long a time since I last posted, or even communicated with so many of you. And I am sure this is not the type of video you were waiting for.....but I also need things to change, and this is part of that in ways I can't explain right now.
And know that I am also ok....these are old and ancient battles, and ultimately I believe in the affirmation of life and of Eros. Making this was an act of healing more than an act of desperation. Art is part of the path I take to make it through - a form of intimate distance allowing you to see the self as merely a reflection, a ripple upon the surface of something far deeper.
Then too, remember, the monologue here ends on a note of hope....
"Beneath the snow
the crocuses arch their heads
before their final ascent
towards the sky."
And know that I am also ok....these are old and ancient battles, and ultimately I believe in the affirmation of life and of Eros. Making this was an act of healing more than an act of desperation. Art is part of the path I take to make it through - a form of intimate distance allowing you to see the self as merely a reflection, a ripple upon the surface of something far deeper.
Then too, remember, the monologue here ends on a note of hope....
"Beneath the snow
the crocuses arch their heads
before their final ascent
towards the sky."
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Pull up a chair and stay for a while....you dont have to talk, just let us know your there for your presence comforts us as we pray for your strength to revitalize itself. Your smile lights a dark path and your heart warms a cool night. Dont say a thing, you're BACK, that makes everything all right! ♥
Your Friend, Gail ☺