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Placing my journal in my nightstand drawer, I turn off the light and lay in my
Led Zeppelin Presence Tour concert-I’ve-never-been-to t-shirt. Closing my eyes,
the aubergine darkness opens into my hallowed gallery. Through the white halls,
I enter a new room. A floor-to-ceiling portrait hangs, framed in a dark weathered
bronze against muted walls. On tiptoes, I reach to touch the man’s face,
imagining what his eyes would reveal had I gotten closer, how his lips would
move if he spoke to me.
I reach for my other pillow and hold it lengthwise, the events of my day
forming vignettes of time and choices. Navy was so rude to Alison, but she didn’t
speak up. I may not know yet how to talk to or hear the all-knowing Creative
Voice inside me, but I know how to protect my thoughts and independence. But
what’s the difference in the Creative Voice that will guide me to a life of
exuberant joy, that knows the answers I seek, and the voice that must deal with
the daily stuff of life, like rude people? I count my breaths in the gallery of his
portrait, an uncontrollable fascination, fear in the attachment.
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