Where Is Your Peace?
My peace is here, in this creative unfolding.
And I understand again, this is where I was going all along.
My peace is here, in this creative unfolding.
And I understand again, this is where I was going all along.
If I can write deeply and meaningfully about the worst part of someone or about the stellar behavior of another, it’s because it’s in me, too. … It’s all of us.
A deeper breathe against the pressure, you feel the warmth as you exhale. Nothing more to do but wait for someone—anyone—to find you.
I’m pinned. I just wanted to be free.
Not sure what your jam is? Your intuition knows. Listen to your intuition, find your jam, and put your heart into it. Good advice for writers. Good advice for life.
I think that’s part of it. Those random insignificant memories aren’t necessarily random or insignificant. They are connected, part of a sequence of thoughts we sometimes manage to recreate just enough to spark the RIM.
It happened so fast it’s impossible to draw the line between good and bad.
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