There is a breath across time carring me - a forward movement instead of a viral undertow. Is this hope? Or is it false hope?
Where shall I go next in my search for the quill? Do I search only for the sanity that accompanies the satisfaction of having written, having "done"?
Might I also enjoy the doing? Perhaps I might? "Spirits Having Flown" was the title of a song and album from my youth. I always wondered why it (the title) bothered me so much. It was, I think now, the past tense of it. It seemed to grieve. "Spirits Flying" seems much more powerful - and "having flown" so tragic. It is Done.
Please forgive us for things we have Done and left Undone - the Lord's Prayer.
Un anything - Pat O'Bryan
To do - never ends
Get to do - Craig Perrine
Just do it - Nike
Let's do this - somebody said that I think.
Hey.... how about this? Would rather leave something undone than have to do the undoing.
nah. That's the safe route.
Being is doing.