Working along at a snails pace in my Bergen travel journal I have discovered something.
If I allow myself to let go of the desire to FINISH it, I enjoy each moment more, imprinting deeper the memories as I relax into the rhythm of cutting, writing, and playing. There are enough deadlines in life. No need to create more self-imposed ones.
This is me, letting go. Working by candlelight at 9:22pm on a Friday night.