I Had Cancer For Fourteen Months And

Stress Is Basically A Disconnection From The Earth, A Forgetting Of The Breath.

What Writing Practice, Like Zen Practice Does Is Bring You Back To The Natural State Of Mind...the Mind Is Raw, Full Of Energy, Alive And Hungry. It Does Not Think In The Way We Were Brought Up To Think-well-mann Ered, Congenial.

The Deepest Secret In Our Heart Of Hearts Is That We Are Writing Because We Love The World.

Over And Over, We Have To Go Back To The Beginning. We Should Not Be Ashamed Of This. It Is Good. It's Like Drinking Water.

Whether We Know It Or Not, We Transmit The Presence Of Everyone We Have Ever Known, As Though By Being In Each Other's Presence We Exchange Our Cells, Pass On Some Of Our Lifeforce, And Then We Go On Carrying That Person In Our Body, Not Unlike Springtime When Certain Plants In Fields We Walk Through Attach Their Seeds In The Form Of Small Burrs To Our Socks, Our Pants, Our Caps, As If To Say, 'go On, Take Us With You, Carry Us To Root In Another Place.' This Is How We Survive Long After We Are Dead. This Is Why It Is Important Who We Become, Because We Pass It On.