I didn’t write because I was interested in espousing my theories or perceptions. Writing has always been with me as a way of inquiry, as a way of looking and witnessing. The only way I feel I can witness is through writing. Then I look at the words and know that they may not be real. “Something’s not real about what you just wrote.” I asked myself that. Why did that come about? And I get to play with that. I don’t do the writing without the sitting. Writing is the meditation.
Engaging Whatever Arises