Monday, December 20, 2010
nativity for mother
pulling a needle out of the eye/worship/in your head
it feels like the season/mistletoe
where three become two become one
girls in the forest
sometimes you want to run or there are so many running voices in your head but you have to wait/endurance.
during a critique at school, my teacher would ask us to identify our strongest and weakest pieces. often the pieces we thought were weakest were what he thought were the best.
I think sometimes we don't like what we don't recognize.. allowing, accepting something outside of ourselves, something foreign and new, into our selves.
the danger of the comfort zone.
give me open eyes to recognize those things I don't understand that are good for me
give me an open heart towards those things that require my pliability in order to accept