Where does writing begin
Grown by sunlight of presence
Time & nourishment & love
Words float in on the breeze
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Enjoy the day
Feedback session
At end of exercises
Elizabeth Gilbert - Big Magic
How ideas work
No material body
With consciousness
With will
Ideas search for available and willing partners
You might miss the signal
The idea may try to wave you down
Until the day when you are open