Night Work

I do not trust people who don't love themselves and yet tell me, 'I love you.' There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt. ― Maya Angelou 

Trust builds over time. There's a tipping point that's reached or maybe for some it's a gut reaction. We come to know when we can trust someone and instinctively, we also know when we can no longer trust them. In the studio, trust changes the frequency in the room. When it's gone, things stop moving. Shut down. The rift is felt.

Mistrust is a slow acting poison.

There's an impulse to turn inward. To turn against your self. Deny your instincts and your experience. To make excuses. To explain away.

But the body doesn't lie.

We know when we're not being dealt with honestly. When confirmation comes, it's almost a relief. Oh. Right. My instincts were on target. All the signs were there. There's a cold clarity. After.

When trust is violated the effect is total. The damage may be irreparable.

Take very good care.