I was deciding who I was, what I wanted and how to go about getting it. I was exploring something new and different and vacillating back and forth... Maybe I was being insecure and immature, but something just did not feel right, regardless how hard I tried, how curious I was or how much I thought I wanted it, I already knew in my heart it was not right for me. I was looking for assurance or a guarantee that I should do it anyway. Then she (the sculpture I just brought home from an exhibition) tipped and fell over without anyone or anything close to it.....I realized she was telling me that the words of a 2000 year old Sufi poet, that surrounded her creation were meant for this moment....
"Run my dear from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred tender vision of your beautiful heart." Hafiz
"Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" The Hollies
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