went for the visit

Visiting my friend was good for both of us. While I was writing that confessional the other day, I was conscious of my tone and my meaning. I have an ego on me.Lol. Naturally whatever I rcognise in my friend, I do because it is within me. She has her space set up for living and creating. It reminded me of the studio in Scotland. Being in her space was such an intimate thing. You can measure all of the effort. The main object being worked on in the centre of the room. A table devoted to a variety of flat pieces that were all stacked up. An area for her blender and grocries. A bag on the floor of her clothing. Two rolled up mats for her bedding, two fans, her phone plugged into the wall, always on in case of emergency. Her computer open on another table and a few chairs for herself and visitors as well as a few pairs of shoes for whn she steps out onto the compound that is relatively large and filled with manicured grass and huge trees. What it takes to do what we do felt so poignant, practically poetic. I cannot describe it really. All I can state is the awe of it all. It really is special to watch someone in action. The effort put forward is mindblowing. it is like watching a tigtrope walker from the ground. You do not realise that you are holding your breath until they get to the other side. When you work alone like that, of course all of your emotions come into play. You represent yourself, and so, you will want to take the temperature of others working in the same vein. Of course you want to represent yourself and your accomplishments. You have no barometre to take your own temperature. You only have the luxury of living and looking back to see your path. It is an odd juxtapositioning. You are absolutely free and within that freedom you are also anonymous.