For Me, Jesus Is My Cleft In

If You Are A Writer, Or Want To Be A Writer, This Is How You Spend Your Days--listening, Observing, Storing Things Away, Making Your Isolation Pay Off. You Take Home All You've Taken In, All That You've Overheard, And You Turn It Into Gold. (or At Least You Try.)

Everything Takes Me Forever. It's All Lurch, Flail. I Hope That Is Good News To You Writers.

The Last Song Was So Deep And Raw And Pure That I Could Not Escape. It Was As If The People Were Singing In Between The Notes, Weeping And Joyful At The Same Time, And I Felt Like Their Voices Or Something Was Rocking Me In Its Bosom, Holding Me Like A Scared Kid, And I Opened Up To That Feeling-and It Washed Over Me.

...it Really Is Easier To Experience Spiritual Connection When Your Life Is In The Process Of Coming Apart.

...because When People Have Seen You At Their Worst, You Don't Have To Put On The Mask As Much.