I’m reading Tribes in the bus, Seth Godin’s latest best seller. I’m reading on my way to my art studio. I need to get ready to paint Jerry’s portrait as a wolf. I’m late. I went to the early yoga class to feel more centered. And now I’m late! I’m happy as well. I’m reading Tribes in the bus. I’m reading on my way back home. I feel angel’s wings growing from the top of my back. My shoulder blades are bigger. And longer. I’m a leader. Where am I leading to?
more love, more consciousness, more peace?
I’m not even sure I do it for myself. I say I meditate and then I stay five minutes sitting on my cushion and think of all the things I need to do tomorrow. I say I am confident and then I freak out about how my paintings can feed me in the future.
I stop saying.
I lead my all life and my all self as close as possible to who I want to be. That’s already something.
And then I read La folle allure by Christian Bobin. Et je rigole.
Merci Camille, tu me sauves la vie.