After Wild Mind/Who Gave You Permission? ...

Find someone who wants to talk about "it" as much as you do. (For best results ... do not compare.) "It" equals ? Poetry? Microstories (under 1K wordcount)? 24 page novellas? ... Epicureans' epic tales?

Sigh of relief. Sigh of relief. Sighs of relief. Ah ... low intellectual blood pressure.

Okay? Understand?

"Positive effort." Positive is a power word to me. What type of word ...? What is a power word for you? Comfortable? Well? Productive? ... ?

Talk about what you sense. Some beingness gave us senses to "sort" what is good. Happiness? Yes. Write what you see, hear, feel, taste, smell? Do you sense time, change, events? Trust your senses, ... more and more. When one is feeling alive, senses come alive; the highway signs are sharper, colors vibrant, scents clearer. Ugh, happiness- I found it (An ugh of joy). A beautiful burden to bear. Get it down. Get it down on paper. "Clean your brain." Tune in. A hard rain is going to fall. You will have all that you need for a "tea pauze." You will be safe in the "Netherlands." Where you ever, you are. At the right place,/time. Standing? Right above your feet. Right where you are meant to be. Write where you are meant to be. Dreaming of a round of square crop circles and being coolness? The coffe cup is cool. The rhythm of procreation generating comfortable words is home. Sensing grooviness? Beingness is home. Growing is home. Sensing the world ... is home. Feeling your bones move comfortably as you walk upon and through Alice in Wonderland dimensionless paths at the table, ... a maze of paths healing paths wellness of paths, daisy chains after daisy chains, events after events, ... one summing event, a bouquet of senses, pallet filled w/ color/events.

Because? Explaining things? Description? Yes. Not to explain things? Describe. State. Not why, ... what. Believe it? I must have written at least one manuscript w/ "why" as the directive question. Then a sudden, well-cleft "oops," broke another rule in the rule book of/where there are no rules. Okay, conform enough and still be yourself. How do I answer "what?" Walking on lovely thin "black ice/green ice" ... and a story unfolds. The story of verglass, ... what? Explain why ice becomes an obstacle as it forms over a protruding boulder, producing overhanging ice to climb. Words that answer what boldly, answering whispers of why in the wind, finding home. The characters are a gift from a divine being.

Stability converging like a bee to the ... flower. Homing in on the idea, the experience giving a gift of the cure for loneliness a shared moment. Maybe no cure? Therapeautic loving treatment, process. When you get to the summit, keep climbing. Find yourself on the page. Writing down mindset. Writing down the bones. Writing a flurry of lexical access drills, touchstones, meaning in a dichotomy of teaching/learning. Shared moments. Like the madvertising, "uncommonly good." Well and good moment of momentum, freedom from inertia. Any time is a time to start a new moment. Permission is all yours to carry on, to create, to produce. You know your "dogma." I know mine, and it involves change. And freedom from the corruption in the process, the progress of one's own learning curve, gains, organic growth. It is freedom directed, closer to a creative divine being. Somewhere there is an escape from the manifested freedom of meaning and and the venture/gain to creative, producing, generating meaning. There is the purposeful life. The meaningful life.

(Keeping the day job is not a pundit's expression of how much talent one has. It is sober, somber thinking.)

You possess an incredible mind. Capabilities are boundless. The time later looking back is now, a point of beginning. When the time is right, you will know.