tuesday night plans

I do wish that I wrote something for fun or reflection every day.

Not practicing the craft leaves your brain wandering. The first few sessions in front of my computer are merciless.

But if I visit my journal, and spend some time surrounded by nature, the pen begins to drip.
drip drop, plip plop
We wrestle and writhe in furious bouts
of languid prose.
I am a step ahead of my hand,
able to correct small errors in a single neurological tic.

Ahhh...we become one, the surrounding land and my humanness. I feel more free when I depart. Ready to tackle life's minutia again.