Tapping into One's Experience/Subconscience

What, where, why? How does your writing happen? Where is it coming from? Divine intervention? Learning experiences? Life experiences? Something you read? Something happening today, some event, political, change in culture, policies of politics, the heart/pulse? A pivotal moment in your life? Someone else's? An issue, issues resolved, unresolved? A feeling one needs to advocate for himself/others? There is a need to have your voice heard? Discovering insights w/ yourself, about your environment, your tribe? Your time to give what is yours to give has come? Something, music, a deep, soulful moment in some medium, communication, expression, been listening; now it's time to respond, speak, vocalize, initiate, share, give w/ no strings, contribute. Been listeneing; time has come to give, to discover oneself, explore, to rediscover, uncover, expose, provoke thought, to reach, reach out, reach w/in. Hands reaching out as well to you. Acceptance. Home. You are home. Maybe you didn't know it. You are home.

Tea break, (Dutch; "tea pause." I love foreign languages. What do you love?)

Okay, coming out honest. I am breaking some of my old rules, to listen to James Taylor w/ Guitar Sessions 2015 while I am writing. Verbal, rather word-oriented, renewed emotions, memories, new sprouts of ideas, feeding of the sequences of the previous and prior, old things/new ways, interview, really word-oriented. Writing is maybe openly "verbal," liking the lexical access drill" phrase, even describing images; the wash, background, subject, the foreground, the painting w/ the alphabet on the pallette, word-seeking, finding "links," environmental/cerebral forms, themes in a synergy-being, musical morphs, John Cage nothingness having being, G_d molecular notion, musical forms of verbal expressions, common ground, a familiar/an odd concrete carving skateboarder of words, sacred words, words having as well no meaning, homologies, rhythm of languages, insightful lucidity not so unusual anymore, in practice, between chopping wood, carrying water. Playing a game of skill known as all-encompassing writing following source as shadow/image, as voodoo, wizardry, forbidden land, journeying, journalling, developing talents, growing, growing more, moving at the speed of light playfully, seeing no gain, and it being happening anyway, working at it, playing at it, learning, a change of thoughts, behaviours, moods, a return to the laws of the land, creativity, your own dogma, maybe shared w/ others, workshops, "real" and created in some self-help bibliotherapy, books/authors welding together, you on a spiritual journey, in a spirituality, attracted to a healing, holistic, the tonic of a meaningful activity, a wellness from, w/ source, sacred, subconscious, a greater existence, tapped into a new life, tapped into a new perspective of an old situation, situations. Seeing work appearing. You find yourself growing, learning, carving out the you that better understands the you deeply you are, introspective, retrospective in a personal, intimate spirituality-based growth/experiences. Lets face it. In some communities of writers it is agreed there really are only a handful of the basic stories; five, fifty count, somewhere inbetw/ and "betwixt." Maybe it is true? Everything you touch, feel, hear, experience is embedded in your brain someway w/ more brain cells/neurochemical circuitry than stars in the Milky Way. Brain researchers tend to agree. Maybe it is all a personal definition, a redefining, written more into your wiring already. James Taylor; "There's a symphony inside you; there's a thousand things for you to do." You are your own instrument, communicating ... .

The dog sleeps; the cat plays ("plays" - "schpielt."). Be the hippie thing, if you don't mind, ... if you do mind. Find yourself, find your voice, dance the dance that you've been shown, get square, get it on home; drive to the frontier and leap beyond the boundary. Hmmm? "Feel it. Walking on a country road." (Quote-James Taylor.) Rights to knowledge. You are possessed, fever-pitch. Knowledge, giving, caring about life, choosing life. Moving along. Integrated to communitry, tribe.

Creativity, knowledge? You have the right. Cottage industry, cup of tea, flash drive, processor, time and words, tools of the sage and fool, distributions tactfully, meaning shared before the brain fever and committee of one settle in. Give it away to keep it. Rediscover a world that is always there, the creative world. Jump into a dimension. Ready, set, take off!!!