A meditative reflection on the practice of handwriting as a gateway into the subconscious. This stream-of-consciousness journal entry explores the inner mechanics of creativity, the discipline of returning to the page, and the mystery of sourcing original thought through rhythm, breath, and presence. Written at the turn of a season, it’s a poetic tracing of movement, inertia, and meaning-making in real time.
8 PM Decades of the past decorate our lives. How might those of the future look? What wonders or horrors
My feet are cold on the tiles, and it reminds me of my Tante’s house in Germany—though that must be
Home – 2:18p Getting the angle of the sun just so is a thing. So body is the right temperature,
Hello beautiful page. How patiently you waited for me today. Not due to neglect have I not visited upon your
A handwritten meditation on the nature of Mondays, creativity, and the unseen energies behind action. This stream-of-consciousness entry weaves practical reflection with mythic storytelling—culminating in a parable about the value of voice, solitude, and misunderstood wisdom.