Get there first

Sunday 6/2/24

Crying. Been working more on "The Bird." Reading it aloud. Again. Then again. Just the beauty of the thing. Thinking about people sharing this with each other. Parents reading it to their kids. Adults reading it. I'm not crying because these people in this evil industry won't let this work have its chance to do what it could do in the world because of this person they hate so much who can create the likes of it. I'm just experiencing this right now. I give praise and thanks even in this situation that is worse than hell that it's possible for there to be a thing of such beauty in this world. Nothing has ever impacted me quite like this story has. The first sentence is, "The bird does not think it is small." All of the sentences save three start with the words, "The bird." I'm reading it through the eyes and ears and the soul of a child, but I have made it with the full depth of my ability and humanness, this thing that I could not have created three years ago. Two. One. I don't know. I just know that I had to get here first. This place I have come to as a person and an artist. I am on my knees before this story. I'm glad I kept coming back to this after I first thought it was done. I'll do so as many more times as it takes.

I should run some stairs.