To Be Alive And To Be A

What Do You Want Most To Do? That's What I Have To Keep Asking Myself, In The Face Of Difficulties.

Looking Back, I Imagine I Was Always Writing. Twaddle It Was Too. But Better Far Write Twaddle Or Anything, Anything, Than Nothing At All.

Yes, My Mother's Death Is A Terrible Sorrow To Me. I Feel - Do You Know What I Mean - The Silence Of It So. She Was More Alive Than Anyone I Have Ever Known.

I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others. I Want To Be All That I Am Capable Of Becoming.... This All Sounds Very Strenuous And Serious. But Now That I Have Wrestled With It, It's No Longer So. I Feel Happy- Deep Down. All Is Well.

Wind Moving Through Grass So That The Grass Quivers. This Moves Me With An Emotion I Don't Even Understand.