The Making Of A Brave Soul
Why is it that The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013) is one of my favorite movies? I appreciate the cinematography. I love the soundtrack. But I adore the soul. The core element of the transformation of this man inspires me and gives me courage to make my dreams reality. And I love the writing. I never can admit it, but I think I am a writer, at least at heart, at least I have a writer's heart. I don't know if this makes any sense, but all I know is, writing heals me. When I write I feel better. When I write, I feel alive. And, I will admit that I am an artist. Am I great? It doesn't matter. Creating art feeds my soul. It is my meditation. It is my medicine. Art is the connection to my heart. After my last post (The Shadow and the Sun), and two days of tears, I felt so incredibly relieved. I felt drained, but clean. Purged. Purified. Empty, but free. And in the strangest way, I felt so alive. Death. I stared at it....
