We, Literally, Cannot Think About It

The Depth of Life cannot be spoken
But We can say that we know; we sense this Ocean that surrounds us, is in Us
Sometimes diving Deep
Be(comes) living deeply


John Atkinson said...

Doreen, today I have a first draft of a new novel. Each morning for the past two years and six months I've dived deep into a zone. The best writing is not from me but it comes through me and I can't tell where is comes from, so I call it zone. I write from the ego and I have to maintain that part. At near the end of this work I can not think about it. I ask the Great Mystery to breath like into it. After reading your blog I feel better. Thanks

Doreen said...

Best Wishes on the New Novel!