I loosen my grip, because I know the moment I become certain that I already understand something is often the moment I stop seeing what else could be possibly true,
I loosen my grip, not because I want to abandon judgment but because I have mistaken certainty for safety more times than I care to admit,
I loosen my grip, allowing the unfinished parts of an idea to remain unfinished instead of forcing them into a shape simply because I am uncomfortable with not knowing,
I loosen my grip, what could I discover if I stopped demanding that this kind of judgement make sense immediately,
I loosen my grip, and letting go of the outcome and the unknown feels less threatening to the fears in my head…
I follow the curiosity, especially when it leads somewhere inconvenient, unfamiliar, or strangely different from the direction I thought I was supposed to take,
I follow the curiosity, because some of my most interesting discoveries have begun as things I almost dismissed for being too strange, too small, or too far from the original seed of an idea,
I follow the curiosity, resisting the part of me that wants to judge the possibility before giving it enough time to reveal what it can become,
I follow the curiosity, what am I rejecting simply because I cannot yet explain why it interests me further,
I follow the curiosity, with or without courage you will be able to see what’s unfolding as something inside the work begins to move…
I let the possibilities breathe, because not every idea needs to prove its value the moment it appears in my hands,
I let the possibilities breathe, remembering how easily I can lock something promising by demanding an outcome before it has developed its own character,
I let the possibilities breathe, because I want to discover what the work can become rather than merely forcing it to become what I already could have decided,
I let the possibilities breathe, can I stay close without holding so tightly that nothing has room to change until I willingly let things unfold,
I let the possibilities breathe, protecting the goal but the directions might change along the way as the work begins opening beyond me…
I pay attention to what energizes me, because there is a particular kind of interest that does not need permission before it pulls me closer,
I pay attention to what energizes me, even when I cannot defend the choice with a perfect explanation or guarantee that it will lead to somewhere worthwhile,
I pay attention to what energizes me, because sometimes the body recognizes possibility before the mind has enough evidence to make a confident kind of argument,
I pay attention to what energizes me, separate from the feeling I feel myself leaning forward or forcing myself to stay in moments of uncomfortability,
I pay attention to what energizes me, as I consider all of the chances I have, I begin to trust what keeps asking me to look closer…
Watchwords:
Certainty can stop me from seeing
The unknown feels less threatening
Something inside the work begins to move
The work can become beyond me
What keeps asking me to look closer
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream:
