what's next?
I love this question. What's next? What's now? I love this question because it can always be asked, because life does go on, because something is invariably waiting around the corner to surprise and delight... More »
I love this question. What's next? What's now? I love this question because it can always be asked, because life does go on, because something is invariably waiting around the corner to surprise and delight... More »
You. I'd like to get to know you, the creature sitting on the other side of the screen reading these words that were drummed out in haste by some obviously-earlier version of me. I'd like... More »
This is hard for me to admit, but I so rarely feel safe. I used to think I did, and then tasted, once, and fleetingly, what it was really like to feel utterly secure and... More »
Do I? This was, I'm realizing, a presumptuous question. I'm not sure I find meaning; sometimes I feel more as though I create it, and some days, I feel, I'm better at doing this than... More »
The moment. I somehow seem to forget this too easily.
My body. I've always wanted to learn to sing; I have such admiration for those who are able to use their ribs and lungs and breath and tongue and lips and ears as some beautiful,... More »
I like to ask questions more than I do being asked, I think. I'd go with "What are you paying attention to?" Or "What is alive in you?" Or "How could you make this moment... More »
In your work (or life) what produces the highest ratio of satisfaction and abundance to amount of time spent? What do you find most rewarding? The work that I find most satisfying is work that's... More »
I wanted to answer this question mostly because of how much I love reading through the answers of others. I loved how different each were, and how pure, and how true. I wish I could... More »
Writing is work that never feels like work. I should be more specific, though; as it's not just any writing. It's writing that flows from my heart, out through my fingers, the sort of writing... More »