Every silver lining has a cloud.
Clouds are often private.,..and they become dense….and more dense….and more private…and then what happens?
They burst and their cloudiness sprinkles out on the earth and flowers grow.
From the moment that my parents left me in boarding school as a small child, something in me shut down. I had a special friend who held my hand and grew a garden of depth and knowing that healed my sorrow BUT one reminder stayed with me forever…EXTREME learning disabilities.
Ever present…they and I have been on a colorful journey together.
My family is ‘intelligentia elite’ meaning every fancy name school and degree imaginable… and I’m the black sheep. As a girl I won international writing competitions and until the fire, I had cupboards that held silver chalices and boats presented by leaders of countries….and….I was admitted into fancy schools and colleges by writing essays….(THEN what to do with me???)….
So…sometimes our bodies present strange and interesting dilemmas, sometimes our brains, sometimes our feelings, sometimes all at once, but every single one of us has something that is fantastically mystical to deal with.
NOW…a personal enigma…I have had a passion forever to write for the big screen…or small screens…but there are rules for this….structure, acts, plot lines, themes, scenes…and on and on…and at the mention of these I go blank…cannot abide…cannot grok…FREEZE…forever…hence I’m flapping in the wind.
What to do?
Do what you do anyway and pray.
Seriously.
NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAM EVEN IF IT DOESN’T LOOK GOOD!
And flowers are going to grow form my movies…you will see.
(This is a message to all of you who do not fit into what is considered THE WAY TO DO THINGS…our lives are profoundly free, and courage is our best friend. )