This June my first ever one year art workshop at my Alma Mater, Inartes ended. It was an amazing process and privilege to be able to support thirteen individuals in coming closer to their artistic core. Rarely have I felt so exactly in the right place while in the presence of other people. The response was amazing.
After the workshop, I walked slowly to the metro, feeling myself arrive at a huge emptiness. Usually I would have distracted myself, because I dread, loathe and abhor the experience of vacuousness. But, having just heard from my students that I shy away from nothing, no matter how hard, I felt obligated to stay true to myself and hold the same free space for myself.
So I sat there, on the echoing metro station, breathing in wave after wave of harrowing chasms.
Until I felt like giggling. Unpleasant? Definitely. But worse than
childbirth, being a mother each and every day, abandonment, daring to confess my love to the Engineer, overcoming depression, being broke etc ?
I think not.
Just another thing to breathe through.
If you would allow yourself to just feel empty, right now,
and also this breath
and this one
what might you find, on the other side?