I'm at the coffee shop writing this mornings 3 pages a day for "The Artist Way," which is what I'm trying to do. Become engaging, conversational writer and editor. I had the strangest dream last night that someone close to my heart-- died. Going through the grievances and such.. I have an interesting relationship with death where I am frightened to age... but in this moment I'm not afraid to die. You welcome it and when you die you hope those close to you celebrate, and wear Hawaiian shirts to your service. Basically, just have a good time and be with family. The dream has some relation to my reality, since I am losing someone close to me in a different way. My brother is going to prison for ac couple years and a blow I don't feel comfortable with. I think the dream must have to do with letting go and doing a serenity prayer. The thing is my brothers case is hush hush so I feel repressed and now I am blogging about it wondering if I should publish this for you? But maybe if I can show someone else out there that painful situations can be turned into passion projects. And that's an actual Buddhist philosophy. I say turn pain into passion, because if I wasn't going through the blow of losing my brother to the prison system, than I wouldn't be here now blogging viral. What better way to express yourself than be as transparent as possible.
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