Ever feel so full of Life, like a medieval knight who's had blunt force trauma to his brain and your skull is going to explode? It's not clear why I became so sweet on the idea of drilling into skulls, or why that metaphor has haunted me.
I love the idea of a trepanation (technically, it's drilling into the skull to relieve pressure) but metaphorically speaking, I believe in using the Fullness to go deeper in, instead of letting that full to bursting feeling be an excuse to check out or blame something. And a good creative dive is how you drill into your own skull.
Creativity is a multitool, not only will it calm a freak out, or get a flow state party started, but it relieves blunt force pressure to your emotional skull, like I did in this poem after I got home from Ireland and was so full there was barely room for the next breath. I didn't know what to do with all of it. I was at my edge and my mind couldn't figure things out, so I used the finding of this poem to release the pressure and allow that fullness to take form. When I let it go into the world, I made a little room in myself.
happy trepanating Full Up, Deep Diving darlings,
love from the deep