i've been thinking a lot about how i think. that sounds weird...even just typing it.
i started to remember how i thought as a child. a wee child...even younger than the little one. and even then i knew somehow the way i processed information-the way i took everything in-was different. i didn't understand how others did things, and they certainly didn't understand my processing either.
and for most of my life, the one person i connected with more than any other was my uncle who was an artist. he painted, went to school for art, taught art, created art. he got me and i got him, in a way that was so natural it couldn't even be explained in words. he died when i was 10 year old, which was an experience so profound it deserves a whole other blog post.
but as an adult, i have found it hard to connect with others on a deep level. hard to share the way i function in this world and process information with another person. and now, there's him.
i am continually amazed by the connection. the ease in communication. the mutual understanding. the hopes and dreams of each of us an individuals that mesh together to form one vision.
and to be creating art with another person...to be hoping and dreaming and talking and supporting one another and doing it all with just an ease that is so genuine is like a big deep inhale and slow exhale, knowing that wonderful things are to come. it's just lovely.
he is my best cheerleader. and i, his. we are creative individuals first, and together we are capable of so much.