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Choosing to unstick the stuck, by meeting in the garden

I have several friends who do the almost daily work of writing to their “dear self” as I do. They may think of it as something other than writing to their dear selves, but that is what I call it. One of the differences between these folks and myself is that they are prolific, courageous and generous enough to put their writings out there to share with others, as a practice and with regularity.

Another difference between their writing and my own is that they are both quite a bit, further along in their language and grammar studies than I ever will be. I enjoy making things up, including words, or putting new meanings to previously defined words.

I’m inspired by each of their recent writings, which perhaps in a non-accidental way focus on the internal attempt to address to attempt to also put words down.