The Things Themselves, Alive With Metaphor
think of how the track I can hear playing was recorded in one take, and what faith this would’ve taken, what it might mean to fall forwards into the vastness of possibility. How it might feel like the fear I feel now, but what beauty might lie on the other side.
Caleb Azumah Nelson • Small Worlds
In a sense, that beginner’s mind is what we must come back to every time we sit down and write. There is no security, no assurance that because we wrote something good two months ago, we will do it again. Actually, every time we begin, we wonder how we ever did it before. Each time is a new journey with no maps.