I thought I was
I thought I was writing a book about conversation.
:- Doug.
I thought I was writing a book about conversation.
:- Doug.
Will I die in conversation? Must I?
:- Doug.
There may be a mystery here. The unfocused lot of things all saying how important, gossamer, nuanced,. . . the conversation is, may be pointing to the center.
:- Doug.
If this moment you were in my conversation classroom, I’d invite you to grow still. Just sit. Outside time. Nothing is needed. Let it be. Undeciphered.
:- Doug.
Write with a lighter touch
Walk in the softest moccasins
:- Doug.