Dec 14, 2017 Birthday letter to myself
For the past 11 years I have written myself a letter and read a William Stafford poem on my birthday.
This tradition started When I turned 20 in Paris 11 years ago. You can read about it here.
I am back in Paris for another Birthday and continuing the tradition that started here by writing myself another letter.
I never feel hard on myself when I am here. This city always feels like it will take good care of me and even though I am a different person from the last time I was here it still feels like a homecoming.
The freedom to move so much this year has brought back the creative, up for anything, come what may rigor that I always see in myself. Bit by bit I am getting back the details of who I am as an artist. Which had gradually disappeared as daily living took hold.
Through out this year I gazed multiple times at the three works I created. Porter, Beckett, and Wren.
I’ve watched them place themselves in the world this year and I find myself wanting them to just be good. Likewise, I just want to be good and bring warmth to my home.
My advice this year – don’t walk around saying no. Say yes, especially when I don’t want too. It will create more abundance in my life. So, with that I am going to go out on the Metro and buy myself a chocolate bar to celebrate one more year of my life.
William Stafford Poem
For my Young Friends who are Afraid
There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot–air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.