Things I wrote in my journal last week:
Don’t be so cautious with each other.
What if we were not afraid to connect and have conversations that went deep. (er)
We can’t just post things on Instagram and feel good about ourselves.
What if we had communal spaces where we could all be in the same place and talk to each other. To our faces. To our eyes. When can we make a new church that is not religious?
I want to have weekly Sunday suppers. Invite everyone. Pasta. Red.
Why am I so tired?
There are a 1000 ways your mother can appear.
Where is the softness?
Will you always be here for me? For yourself?
Have you just burst out crying in the shower too?
I dream about children and the sky.
Your true human job is connection.
Here are some sources of inspiration from my human job as Creativity Director for the life of Amy Turn Sharp. Maybe something will hit you like light. Maybe you will find a connection to your own magic. You never know. That’s why it is important for us to keep sharing. To keep holding on.
Things I poured into my well of light this week:
Keith Jarrett and also there may be a film
Making little notes and leaving them everywhere
Rob Jones art The Slits in my kitchen
East of Eden opening chapter
Drawing
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tell me things xo
Amy
Loving the concepts of being Creative Director of you and the well of light. Thank you for new ways to think about becoming more ourselves ❤️
WOW! Early-'80s I leaned into that Koln Concert quite a bit. Orgasmic.