Dear Diary, February 26, 2009: I wake up late after the intoxicating dancing of yesterday, and the rhythms of the Taqasim. I had some strange dreams, felt as if I was hearing voices near the door, footsteps on the porch, and then the sounds of a car speeding away.
When I finally awake, I feel a strong energy pulling me toward the door, where I find a strange case has been left just outside. It feels as if something magical has arrived. Entirely unexpected, except I have somehow been expecting it all along.
I am anxious to open it right away, there is a compelling energy emanating from it. And yet, I know it is something that must not be rushed. To just open it, without preparation or ceremony, would be almost as unseemly as grave-robbing. Ripping into the interior to satiate my curiosity and greed, without regard for the spirit that must be contained within.
Ah..... I breathe in and I breathe out ... I bring the precious container inside, to my private studio, and place it next to my journal and sketchbooks. I feel the need to light a candle, and dim the lights first. Then I begin to ever-so-carefully crack open the mysterious case to see the treasure contained within.
Egypt & The Nile with Juliana Coles March 11-22, 2009