I’m most productive on Saturday nights. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve been doing nothing all day and I’m feeling guilty. I’ve never been one to work on Saturday afternoons, which were made for relaxation.
The nights are different though. It’s when I can concentrate on my writing. I’m tired. My guard is down.
The week comes pouring out.
This was written from the heart
With my back against the wall, I sit on the ground next to my back door, opening it to let the breeze drift in. Sometimes I turn my head to look outside and smell the night air. It’s cool, no matter the time of year. The street lamps are soft, and they bathe my back porch in warm light.
One can’t help but feel influenced by such serenity.
This was written out of order
I’ve become a slave to this blog. After some self-evaluation, I’ve come to realize that everything is inspired but forced. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, no more.
It’s time to start writing when I want.
nod, makes sense.
It’s easy for a good idea to bend into a perfect hoop.
The daily blogging I find hard to do and keep saying something worth reading.
I never try to say something worth reading, only something worth writing. I find myself having a hard time keeping it down to only three days right now. Worth reading though, that’s a different story.
jeff i hear ya ur back door is ur spot mine is and allways has been the back porch (at any of my homes) i go out alone and look up into the stars breathing the night air as the cool wind flows allround me the night sky is my heaven if im sad and depressed that allways gets me back to center clears my head enjoy it man thats ur spot ur center
and dude blog what u feel is importent dont schedual it just let it flow when u ur ready 2 week blank wont kill us ;)
ps. hope life is goin good man dont forget we owe u a dinner ;)
Porch would be mine too if it wasn’t for the bugs. ;) You get stars out there? There’s too much light pollution here. It’s interesting that you mention the “centre”; in Tai Chi, your centre (Dantian, or Gate of Life) is the most important point in the body.
And you do owe me dinner. You’re gonna have to come to Ottawa to treat me. ;)