Shana Tova and Happy mid-September,
Tomorrow is the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year. The air here is already sharp with orange autumn. Each year I find myself more, I know, I continue to grow into myself, as if the real me is an enormous coat, some cosmic hand-me-down. How have I survived this upheaval? What strength and wisdom and wherewithal have I gained? Now is an opportunity to get grounded, to breathe calm into our inner tempests, so that we can set our intentions for the year. I want to wake up each morning with an intention. Humans and especially artists are the creators. So what World do you desire to create? And how will you live there? What narratives become possible when we stop justifying, stop explaining, but instead just exist in silence? Do not sacrifice what you can not afford to sacrifice. We must remember ourselves. In all our parts so that we may have a picture of the whole. Because a ship in pieces can have no direction. Which feelings and thoughts deserve our momentum and which do not? Let go of everything that is holding you back, give it to the river, see it grow tinny tumbling into the distance. Hope is invented every day.
As always I would love to hear how you are doing, what you are thinking/feeling.
May you have a beautiful beginning to your autumn and your year.
Lots of love,