A Commitment to Sacred Sharing
When I sit down to write, sometimes it’s as if what I have on the top of my mind is not good enough, like the creativity I’m working with at that moment isn’t enough. Like I won’t have anything good enough to think, say or write. The hysteria is compounded by the fact that I’m writing on a word processor, with the option of unlimited edits, and an endless number of second-guesses. Part of me wants to go back to a time when words were finalized like stone as soon as the finger