what I am left with after workshop two

It starts with the words - why do I write so many (on the blog)? Why did we need to talk while we collaborated in the workshop?  I longed for silence and a natural emergence, to negotiate wordlessly.  So I became cheeky and defiant.  But it all became so playful it was lovely - space for words and for silence emerged.
I love to write, I love to think, I love to talk - to share.   I cherish silence, I am sick of thinking and talking and listening and hearing, tired of negotiating.  
I sit here in silence in my home today and I play with a materials offered me.  What a relief!  I look forward to sharing it with you all.  Its fun, its playful, it connects me with myself, I am shocked by what I discover about my world - at how much the words in my relationship have torn us apart.  At what transcendent hope I have for myself, at how my children companion me.  At how much I cherish those dolls that I made over a decade ago and how I want you to see them.  I think I hear the gate and want to tear it down because I don't want anyone to see.  And yet I cannot wait to share it with you.  A private, peaceful sharing space where art matters.  Where I feel safe to share, where I can balance my silence and my words without fear.  This is really a truly remarkable thing - I experience this no where else.  I am very very surprised!  I really didn't think this blog mattered very much at all - a convenience rather than a connection.