ON WRITING (reading too and so on)
This is long and has pretty endless ramifications and it will happily cross other future posts of mine from now on (you’ve been warned).
My oldest daughter opens doors for me, I can safely say that now.
She does it at a spiritual level and without knowing it, spiritual means that the impact on every day life is consequently big and you’re not aware of it, yet.
I usually don’t know when the door opens until I realise it a bit later but it happened last year and it was at least the second time.
First one was end of 2007, she was barely one year old at that time.
She was sitting on the floor, playing and I was looking at her and thinking at her in the same time as parents in love do sometimes.
I remember thinking very clearly about what I wished very strongly for her : to be happy, of course. And the biggest wish that came to me in order to achieve that was for her to do in her life what she really wanted.
To do to what would make her vibrate in joy, we would say today.
AND I had this…."calling”, can’t really define it otherwise, about me doing exactly the same, to be an exemple.
Like : you have to embody it first.
A calling is not a thought even if I suppose we could easily mistake it for one, it’s much more powerfull, usually it sticks with you if you try to ignore it, and it marks your life with the same force of an actual event. If you follow (and I would strongly suggest you do so) it will have consequences really deep into everyday life.
Majeur changes for instance but mainly feeling you’re walking on your truer path not someone else’s.
It’s a shift in life.
In 2007 I went back on painting again after years and years over not trusting myself to do so, avoiding to do so, making different (not wrong, just different) life choices.
All of it even if I’m born an artist and despite art school and wathsoever.
So, back to last year, 2023.
My daughter gave me “Banana fish” to read, a manga (also became an anime in 2018) , which in the beginning I wanted to avoid like hell because it’s a terrible sad story (Absolutely beautiful but terribly sad, I have problem with sad…)
The impact was huge and a whole gate opened. Once again, I realised it just a couple of months later when I decided I was “officially” back to writing by then, writing as a magic act.
Because writing has always been in my life, on and off, but pretty much like painting I decided to ignore it through all these years for many reasons.
Being in line with all of it it means to be myself truly, despite everything, and it has consequences on how I feel, how I take life, how I behave with people, just to mention few.
So, it’s not “just” about writing, of course.
Thank you for bearing with me until now.
…..To be continued
Gioia