When we write we begin to taste the texture of our own mind
So even though I couldn't bear writing about cancer, I faced it every day.
We must remember that everything is ordinary and extraordinary. It is our minds that either open or close.
poems are small moments of enlightenment
Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write. In the middle of the world, make one positive step. In the center of chaos, make one definitive act. Just write. Say yes, stay alive, be awake. Just write. Just write. Just write.
I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time at my real work.