What Happens When You Jump

Summer 2008
I have to say the truth, dear Presence:
My way is not fun, creative, nourishing. It’s tiring, stress, fear and worry producing, boring, monotonous, lacking in fun, spontaneity, warmth, adventure. The rule “I can’t be with people till I get every idea done” keeps me inside, driving, buying, alone, grim, angry.
I don’t know what to [...]

Winter 2006
I want to write about knowing nothing. Coming to Mexico to live for essentially six months without the language is the epitomy of the sense that I often have that I know nothing about life, about being alive. Arriving knowing virtually nothing and feeling completely dependent on Maribela was in a sense my worst [...]

This moment, it doesn’t matter to me if anyone reads what I write.
That feels like a relief, for in that, I give myself permission to write what I want, how I want. I can be as mouse visiony as I choose and hopefully receive nourishment from it. I don’t have to please anyone. I don’t [...]