The poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote:
There is only one journey,
Going inside yourself.
The image above is a page spread from my Visual Memoir, Drivin’ & Cryin’ —
On the right page, bottom, you might be able to make out the writing (it’s in blank pen, around the ocean image).
That Rilke quote is what guided me right at the start of the journey I’m writing about in my memoir, which takes place in 2001-2002, during which time I experienced an “ordeal” of my-life-as-I-knew-it ending.
It wasn’t pretty. which you can probably gather from the title. I was propelled on a strange journey (the drivin’ part) and I went kicking and screaming and trying not to drown in grief (the cryin’ part).
But along the way, through my weird process of having to document my experience in word and image, I found beauty and meaning in it all.
While trying to find a way to cope with annihilating grief, I found my true work. The work I had longed for my whole life but could never quite describe, let alone access.
We’re meeting each other here, right now, because of that journey I took. The journey which brought me here.