And I Rise Up

And I rise up.

Last month my mind looped a phrase in repeat as I woke: it causes me fear that, it causes me fear that, it causes me fear that…  (Here is the post from that day.) It was odd to me that my mind would be so circular in its thinking.

My subconscious has been more active since I started working in a studio environment again. From the day I started unpacking art supplies, dreams have grown in intensity. And it happened again– the strange phenomenon of waking up with a verbal obsession rolling through my mind. At least today it was the phrase: and I rise up, and I rise up, and I rise up…

I got out of bed and played some Andra Day.