Writing for Myself

If I seem quiet it's because I'm writing for myself. It feels like dragging a lake, sometimes, and sifting through a strange and surprising collection. It feels like being self contained. It feels like coming alive.

If I seem distant it's because I have this new planet to explore. A new atmosphere I'm recalibrating to. A different mix of oxygen and strength of gravity that teach me how to breathe and stand and walk newly. My muscles are adjusting. Here's how to hold your head up in a new land: try it for awhile and when you need to, rest. Repeat. Soon you will emerge like a new citizen of a liberated internal country. You can see glimpses of this new creature you are becoming out of the corner of your eye or in just the right light but on the other side of this becoming you will find yourself a new native, all the learned parts that were not you unlearned at last and just the glory of inhabiting this quiet place called Your Heart you have been longing for, for always.