This is my sanctuary. A place to speak of life and art, of beauty and the vicious beast. To share and shout. To express without apology, approval or consideration for anything but passion, moving thoughts, emotion and inspiration - just words and images, metaphorical symbology and concepts - my ideas, my ideologies. Ranting and pouring myself out of repression. Some kind of real. Some kind of vague intention.
To scream and dream, to create and imagine something more. To explore. Something better and brighter over and over again. Beyond ego. Beyond pain. Till it's bright and more real and I believe. To fill it with love. Make it breathe. To dialogue with self doubt. And confront the inner critic enlisted to shut it down and shut it out. To stir it up. To tickle it. To tease the truth and summon spirits. Casting chaotic lunar wordspells that work magic at melting myths and treating the tricks... and the tricksters.
Because it sounds and it feels like the only thing to do right now. Because it's definitely much better out than in.
Out there, in the centre of the circle, where I can light a candle and dance and sing and laugh and cry all over it. Where I can give it form. And shape. And a story. I'm trying to carve out an original, an individual. An authentic sounding someone. Cos there's a seriously sparking diamond under all this rough. I just need time and space to dust it off!
To crack this shell of conformity along with all the things that I really 'should' be by now. Gotta break through, grab it by the throat and shake it and smash it till its falls to the floor. Because that's what some of us were put here for...
To spill, and to spit and to say it. Whether anyone's listening or watching or not. This is just me. A part of the ocean. Much like you. Making waves. All perfectly necessary and essential little drops.
My name is Anna Marie Gayle.
Sir William Osler