Its quite impressive how Im begining to feel all this warm love from women I have not met (yet). I am absolutely convinced we have something here. So many of us feel a void that all of us can be there for each other to fill. Like a little tribe of wild women (and fishboy too, of course).
Posts are removed to protect the innocent, although they do not own a computer nor does anyone they know have any clue about what I do. All is safe. Still, not all words should be left to linger on their own. Feelings are transient. Especially for me. My lesson will be boundaries.
I want so much and you know, Im going to believe it is going to happen. I want a space. A retreat. Women's circles and drums and art and love and tea and beautiful indian rugs to lay down onto when it all gets to be too much. I want a victorian house where everyroom is a different art class or an old farmhouse or HELL a mobile home with 2 pink plastic flamingoes by the front door. I want a place where you all can come to. A big giant revolving women's retreat of love and art YAY!
I have to write a paper and tonight post a new painting. I must make a frame for it. Then buy underwear. But I will be back.