Day zero:
Thought I would reach out and say hi as I post my writing for the day. I just signed up in the wee hours of the morning for a 21 day writing challenge and then promptly fell asleep even though I was excited. Today I am dusting off and going through old letters I’ve written or received. These letters have meaning as does all the paintings I’ve done, songs I’ve sang, and words I’ve written. Words in these letters have a way of uniting us all with mutual understanding.
Random thoughts running through my mind today include the challenge I planned and set up I am at the beginning of 100-day personal challenge to film art classes. I set out a 4-day repeating pattern to plan, script, film and edit/upload and today is my first film day. I am fine with allowing the filming to leech into tomorrow, but I do have a pretty tight schedule. I am creating a physical journal of sorts while filming. Think curiosity cabinet in a mad scientist’s room. Somehow my personal theme for the writing challenge will be somewhere here focusing on being curious about the world and each medium I play/explore with. Just need to figure out the words. It seems funny that words are one of the difficult things for me to do even though I am a published author. Articulating the personal and allowing myself to be vulnerable puts me in a spot to possibly get hurt. I am going to throw caution to the wind and let go into the unknown.
One of the reasons I decided to take on this challenge is to connect the dots with all the ideas swimming around in my head so that I can figure out a way to package it up with a pretty bow. I am going to reflect on the adventurer in me who seeks knowledge out on a daily basis. I attempt to understand the essence of everything and our connections. The Lakota have a saying “Mitakuye Oyas’in” which means we are all related or “all my relations.” All humans, plants, insects, waters, soil, rocks, mountains, valleys, grasslands, air, winds, clouds, sun, moon, stars and planets are our relations and relations to one another. Everything is connected and in many ways. It is a prayer of oneness and it’s here that the sacred gives me wonder, inspiration and awe. Life, that spark and breath that had us come from dust is something to ponder. Considering all the things that can go wrong it’s amazing that we are even alive at all. Yet here we are and with enough intelligence that I can write these broken thoughts and you can read them. Together we can try to make sense of it all.
Cathy