Sit down to meditate and the words come flooding forth, great profound paragraphs of startling metaphors and unique insight, touched with the kind of humor that reveals a deep truth, etc. etc.
Sit down to write and all the words go back in their hidey-holes and refuse to come out.
Location: Petaluma, Northern California, United States
I'm interested in what grows between the paving stones of received wisdom. I like to see what happens when people of differing opinion engage in respectful dialogue. There's not enough of that. I like to look at ordinary events and ask questions about why they are so. I try to spend some time really listening to trees and other silent things. I think about happiness, and the things people do to try to achieve it. What is happiness, and how do you know if you're happy? What are people really seeking when they seek happiness? For me, real happiness most often seems to come from doing something, however laughable, to make the world a better place. And, of course, reading the Funny Times
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the only solution: meditate with a tape recorder! Stream of consciousness blogging... a frightening thought... but possibly enlightening!
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