Memories....

Well, I guess this is an attempt to rid myself of some lingering sadness.
I had terrible dreams last night, involving a lost love.
This is the lost love......
My former studio.
I know it is hard to imagine attaching such emotion to a place.
But, anyone who has found their calling......creative outlet....muse place....will understand immediately.
I don't really think about it often, I try to get on with my life, and live in the here and now.
But.....
sometime in dreams there is this moment that I am still there, loving it and hating it at the same time.
Strange sensation......
Understand able in that the studio was part of my life during a previous marriage, one fraught with high emotions. So very sad......
When 2 artist get together there is always room for jealousy, fear, anger, resentment......
So very very sad.....
I mourn the loss of the studio, it was everything I wanted in a work space.
Everything.
I mourn the loss of creative interaction.
So very sad.

What I know is,
that every experience enhances my ability to understand others,
if I embrace it.......
that is the hard part.
I must accept that it is an experience that was only fleeting....
Very sad indeed.