I went to Edmonton - though I have no memory how - had surgery, and began the long slow crawl to recovery. At some point, I received a get well gift from Tom Peacocke, the director of the show. It was a copy of the acclaimed book The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron. I think I need to return to it for some reason, as it popped into my brain this morning. However, the one thing it inspired me to do was write my "morning pages" - stream of consciousness writing. Essentially, it was a daily brain dump of whatever was floating around on the surface of my grey cells.
Write....just write. Don't stop.
I think that in the same way I keep painting. I made a decision back in 2014, that I often speak about when giving tours or talking about my wild colour painting, to commit myself to painting at least one painting a week no matter how crazy busy I got in life. I've stayed true to that commitment, and then some. I keep writing, too.
This early morning blog writing practice is, in a way, my therapy, my way of navigating life, figuring things out, and listening to the universe. In the intake of air just before I start writing, ideas, questions, or images bubble up to the surface. I believe this has grown into an essential growth mechanism for me. In writing...just writing...stuff comes out, gets explored, and, in some cases, moves to action.
I still have my morning pages hidden away is some dusty notebook squirrelled away on the shelf. One day when I'm old and wise (to quote an Alan Parsons Project classic), I will need to pull it out, dust if off, and see what was bubbling up to the surface when I was 33.