So, as I read more, I see that many writers go through a dissolution period where they question the origin and need for words, and then they swirl back in. The caterpillar turns to soup in the coccoon, and then, emerges with wings. I think I am still in a soupy state, and yet, I like this state. I am paying attention like a newborn child. I feel my eyes as huge, receptive disks. Yesterday I went down to Palo Alto to meet with friends. I arrived early so hung out in the Stanford Shopping Center. Though the stores are the same, the place is different than here. It is an hour drive and it is a different world. It is quite fun to be a tourist in my own land. Each day there is so much to see, experience, and explore.
Happy Saturday to you! Here is to New Eyes! Discover! Explore!