I am a woman of excess. I can’t help it. But it’s in a fun way,
and not too extravagant or wasteful.
I love sparkles and sequins and beads.
Riots of color
Looking at not just one style, but all of them. At once.
Piles of jewels and gemstones make me smile.
Why just one color rose? Why not ALL of them?
Not for me, a single gold bangle. I wear them all!
I’m the same way with love.
Love one person? No, love them all!
So much love it overflows and spills on to the floor.
laughter, tears, frustration–
why be afraid to feel them all?
Passion’s something else we shouldn’t be afraid to feel
and in great quantities.
Passion for love, passion for music, art, food–
it’s all passion for life.
Anais Nin had something to say about all this:
You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings.
It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness.
The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience…. permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications.
Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.
Yes. Something is always born of excess.
So no holding back, y’ hear me?