Understanding creative impediments and facilitators well enough to repurpose people from the dark and dreary mind-scapes in which they've found themselves lost towards the awesome and fantastic vistas of perspective that instill contagious inspiration is no small bit of learning.
Harsh words are death knells. What frustrations leek out are reconstituted into anger and shame. Anger, like some ephemeral hell-flower, seeds contempt and unacceptance. Shame, rooted deeply in the ground of identity, is kept healthy by fear.
Creativity, innovation, and novel thinking are smote by such culling perspectives. To create something authentic, to fashion some part of oneself into being, is an act of courage. One makes whole their vulnerability with the world as witness.
It's that brutal honesty, through which I pursue love, as I don't figure unconditional acceptance can be realized before unconditional honesty. If I'm not truly myself, I truly don't know love.
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