Sometimes I don’t have words either.
I get really quiet.
I reach inside and high as I can at the same moment.
And I do it without caring who’s looking.
When I first started writing, my words were very literal.
Later they were rich, but wispy, hardly there at all. like this
I said not really. . . .
It takes reflection to write.
I bring myself inside and though my eyes I am where I’m imagining. I’m in tune with my “mind’s eye,” but I’m not picturing. I’m listening and seeing the colors and words of the situation I’m feeling.
I’m doing it now to explain how I get into the place where I write — it’s my soul. It’s depth of feeling. It’s heaven. Nothing hurts. Words are free.
My head and my heart are saying the same thing.
It starts by being really quiet.
The you reach inside and high as you can at the same moment.
And you do it without caring who’s looking.
Ever reached like that with anything?
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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