Like A Bell, It Chimed: Of Course.
I have an unexhumed body of work because I failed to view my most natural impulse to express and explore—in those journals—as an art form.
Silent. Transformation.
There were no words; there were feelings and actions, raw and embodied, without the filter of words.
Do Not Seek Answers. Live the Questions.
I faced the end of our journey with as many unanswered questions as I had at the beginning.
Except for this, the greatest wisdom of this journey. . .
Every Day is Different. Every. Single. Day.
So simple. So obvious. And, yet, forgotten.