8.29.16
I find it comforting, exciting, necessary~ to lose myself in other realities. In old songs of others' stories, in articles of others' lived experiences, in movies of past events, in dreams of who knows what, in creation's visions wherein I become some sort of vessel for other stories and ideas to be of me and from me and simultaneously something outside of me. It's this strange freeing of my ego- to die to myself for a moment & be something unknown for my own curiosity and discovery. Often in my daily life I feel I am constantly holding up these walls around my soul, I feel shame for the parts of myself I feel I may not be able to "contain". (My natural instincts and capacity of being that I myself may not even know). I need these spaces to come home to~ to let the walls come down & be so immersed that I get lost for a while- to practice finding my way home again and again.
