Missing Writing

I’ve missed the writing…there’s a rhythm that gets going in me…in my hand, in my feelings and thoughts…my whole body…but more than a “rhythm” it’s more like a muscle…or, better, a channel…from some unknown place…that opens and lets these words flow through…that lets something come forth.

“I” quote unquote am not “creating” what does emerge.

I’m just being relatively still

…and opening.

And feeling grateful.