Two hours, three, sitting at a table, typing word after word, stringing sentences together that hold entire lifetimes within them, while my body is caught in stillness as my mind unwinds the coil of a story onto page after white, glowing page. I am planted, rooted to this chair, this desk, this space in time, writing, remembering, dreaming of a history hidden in the recesses of my mind, drawing it down through my limbs, my fingertips, and out into the world. Leaves uncurling one by one, each movement invisible to the naked eye, painfully slow progress, each passing second a micrometer exposed, and the next day a leaf, a stalk, from a changed plant, greets the world.

4 thoughts on “Writing in stillness

  1. Niyani Swartz says:

    I have been wanting to talk with you about this process. It’s funny how things happen. I hope those pages turn into another wonderful work of yours. You truly are amazing!

  2. judi says:

    I hope this means we have a new book to look forward to soon!

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