...But that doesn't been I haven't been writing. Taking a hiatus from my cell phone and only on the web on a "need-to-surf-basis" such as looking for a wedding dress for my best friend, or paroozing YouTube for vidoes on how chickens lay eggs. Yes, image, having chickens and not even know how they lay their eggs! (Mom, if you're reading this, please be gentle on the editing, I'm using a French keyboard, so everything I write comes out underlined in red!)
For lack of attention span, and anctious to go for a swim, I'll be brief: Life is one big fucking cliché and if you want to put things in perspective, go visit someone you haven't seen in a while, fit yourself into THIER life, and don't forget where you came from. There, I said it, time for self observation is a luxury, and if you think you've found God, look agian, because my guess is he's not in that book you're reading, or in that asana you're holding. He's in the lighting that strikes the corn fielf, he's reflected in the soft brown eyes of a baby foal, and The Divine is certainly in the space between words when you tell someone you love them, and mean it.
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Dearest Ms. Raw,
I loved your writing, and am thrilled to be enrolled in your process to take the next step to get it out in the world. I really mean that I love it, not just saying that because I'm your "Nanita" (my language, "little grandmother"). AND, we can work together toward mastery in many ways.
Let's see lots more. I mean it. You've got a whole summer of writing that I want to see.
I love you, Nanita (RSR)
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