I figured I better start writing in my blog.
Tonight I started to think of something I experienced in the past - there was a time when I couldn't be creative.I grieved the loss.
Oh, I had skills, but to make something that is unique, connected to my emotions, experience, thought, soul. I had a phone call from a good friend living in Toronto. It was a long conversation. He had AIDs. He was a writer of books and a journalist. We shared many types of therapist who could not understand the sort of loss it was, to loose being creative - . He was told "you can write letters". We thought that art is not something you do - it is what you are.
He died shorly there after. He went into hospital for tests and died then. I think the call, I got him, was a good bye call.