Good Day

I just typed as fast as I could (about 30 words a minute) for five minutes and it didn’t take. I looked up and found a blank screen but for a few word fragments. It was like talking to someone and then realizing they weren’t listening to a word you said. Now, I keep looking up at the screen to be sure, but of course that’s like someone tripping and then someone else saying, “Be careful.” No need. Lightening doesn’t strike twice. Not right away.
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I’m bleching it out on the page, that’s what Jennifer Natalya Fink calls writing without stopping. I was blessed to have her as an adult ed teacher – what a gem. Another thing she said is that she liked writing in naturally altered states, like when you’re not feeling well. That applies to me right now. I had root canal yesterday and am definitely in a place from which I can write with a different feel.

Sometimes I just want to write. I could fold it away as I sometimes do. During this moment I’m presently living inside I feel like sharing. I will tell you this much, I don’t see The Answer blowing in the wind. And yet.

Something about snow

like a natural blanket

custom made by G-d

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Snow across a branch

little is as beautiful;

a Divine brush stroke

If I keep writing now I will fall behind in my early morning routine, miss my ride and be late for work and and and. If I stop writing now I will be ready to leave on time, will make my ride. I'm going to have to go. And yet.
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Happiness

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It comes on unexpectedly.

And goes beyond, really,

any early morning talk about it.

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-- Raymond Carver

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(an excerpt)