In the woods

Trying to find the right moment to write won't get the writing anywhere. Trying to find the right words to write won't either. 

Trying in general doesn't really get one anywhere.

If you want to go somewhere with writing, with life, do move against that which proclaims "rightness." Challenge when inspired, take heed when called, and at any time, know that you can walk on past. 

Road signs and guideposts can help outline a path, but good stories always begin with a trip in the woods. 

Poetry :: Mobius Strip of Remembering

Learning to live in the moment only happens once. 

Right now. 

And still it keeps happening over

and over and over again.

Like a repeat loop of deja vu.

A mobius strip of remembering. 

It's the space in between

"see you later"

and

"hello again."

We think we are either moving towards or away

from something at most times, but really we are learning

and re-learning the lesson of how to be still. 

The truth and my heart

"No one ever has 'talker's block'" - Seth Godin

Yes, and in my head, there is no thinker's block either. But there is a critic's mallet. A gavel thunders down after each thought. Most thoughts. 

Sometimes.

When I try to listen for it, however, it starts to fade away, like when you catch your friend who constantly mumbles by surprise and genuinely ask, "What did you say?"

Suddenly, a voice that couldn't shut up realized it was being listened to and then clams up, unable to speak for fear of actually being heard. 

To equal out the equation, I can help my thoughts become words and become posts by forgetting that anyone might be reading this anyway. 

And if I listen to the inner judgments and innocently ask, "What did you say?" I can start to remove the barriers between the truth and my heart.