A measured breath, a moment of silence and I dive in. One hour spent on the lawn of the hospital has allowed for a calmness to assert itself over me and I feel for the first time in many days that I am ready to engage in the endeavor of writing.
The mantra of my advisers, repeated and met with much frustration, has been "relax" and I haven't felt relaxed in many weeks, months even. Today, though, I can feel my shoulders loosen and a slackening of my chest as I sit down to the prospect of writing. Find a voice and allow it to dance across the page. Don't push. Don't play God. Listen, instead.
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