I saw this on Pinterest last night and it was sort of like the Universe was nudging me. Again. Because I see this poem in a lot of crazy places. The first time when I was in a bookstore in Chicago in 1996. And then a museum in Manhatten in 1998. And then in a cafe in Paiea on Maui in 2001. And then in a tiny place called Wagga Wagga, New South Wales at a second hand shop. And every time I saw it - I totally thought I got it. I was usually at the tail end of a relationship each time and it seemed perfectly clear what Hafiz was saying. And last night, when I saw this on Pinterest - I finally understood. For reals.
It made me pour paint. And hug the one I love. When something does that I take it to heart.
Today: I have canvasses to drop off in many places. Some are sold and going to new homes. Some are off to the Downtown Underground show. Some are being photographed. I feel strange on days like this. Like I shattered. I feel a little bit anxious on a day like this... which is crazy. I know that. But, I'll get through it and the day will go off without a hitch. Especially the part where I'm going on a shopping + wine date with my fab neighbour Rachael. And then we're hitting the Downtown Underground so I can do a little live painting with my good friend GMB Chomichuk. I can't wait! Oh, DECEMBER - welcome home you crazy bastard. Let's do this!