There will be a story you want to tell for no better reason than because it matters to you more than any other. You'll stop looking over your shoulder to make sure you're keeping everyone happy, and you'll simply write what's real and true...one day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say to about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.
J.D. Salinger
In my dream I was too long in the ocean~heaven-sent blanket soft silken luxuriant thread on threads of blue. There was a box it was metal I was on top and had to get through, not made of wood tho it was the kind with umbrellas inside and also, evidently, Narnia out the other end.
Ed was there, so endlessly thankful for him.
I dont like boxes, never have. Dont like ever to have to figure out how to fit it all so cleanly in. Lovely, love this life, how focus actually is not about boxes, is circular, circles like water can pile all the beautiful while in on themself, circular is the process and the informing of the process all at once, arises it is organic is ever vitaliz-ing is like the difference between floating and having to swim. Also I dont like fear. That doesn't mean it doesn't come. I get it I'm afraid I'll miss my shot I get it I hear you crying sacred Call. Opportunity isn't about luck at all but showing up on time. That's not a box silly~umbrellas make sense with all that water, and also opened wide they can catch the wind.
I almost fell asleep out there, it's true!! But I have the tools I have the tools. Most important among them. The truth, and discretion. Self-discretion enough to no longer care.
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