The more I am drawn inward
as a result of the work -
the more difficult it becomes
to focus on the teaching implications -
and I realize my need to
continue in my own way...

Am I a frustrated artist?

Someone I know likes to say that:
"Those who are not good enough to do, teach."

Am I not "good enough" to be an artist?
(Or is that just what I think?)

The class has me considering some issues:
Why am I attracted to "great" men?
Why do I connect with artists?

I've been thinking about this connection between Sex > Creation > Birth... And how that relates to a physical expression of passion. Bodily expression can take many forms: dance, visual art, music... Why not sex? I think, somewhere/somehow it fits into the puzzle.

I don't understand, yet, but I think I have a pattern something like this:

Admiration --> desire to know/learn/mingle/co-create --> physicality.

I wonder, in lieu of seeking sexual expression, what would happen if?
I painted,
I danced,
I wrote,
I played?

Do not sit in the library and study - take down an instrument and play - there are many pays to kneel and kiss the ground.