Illumination Activity.
“For some writing is a form of expression, for myself to write is to bleed through the pen, to share what I write is to amputate my heart — the page is a prosthesis for my soul — but to erase is to deny the inevitable — the slow and torturous death from loss of ink”. — Rigópoula
I have never thought about having favorites, I feel it, I write it. I suppose I feel or believe as a mother would, unconditional love/respect for each piece. In those moments of contemplation, when I am writing, I am in essence hemorrhaging upon the page I’m writing on.
I always write in the traditional fashion, pencil/pen and paper but when you bleed through the ink, it’s as an amputation— they all have a special phantom tie with the self. I also bleed a little more when I share them.
I remember a thought my father shared with me, on the subject of generosity and sharing, he said,
“If something doesn’t hurt don’t give it. Give and share that which you love, that which you value, for what is it worth to give away something you yourself give no importance, value to. Give when you hunger to keep it, therein lies the sacrifice — the character of the soul”.
Father, would always remind me to remember his words and I do always. His words were…
