AUTHOR-TURNED-FULL-CONFESSOR’S NOTE: This whole itty-bitty piece is gonna be nothing but a note of confession. So maybe I should drop the italics now!
You guys? It’s really funny. I am bursting at the seams. There’s sooooooo much I wanna talk about with you. So many subjects overflowing, demanding to be discussed in profound detail.
But until I finish this rough cut – which I am INCHES FROM DOING, almost certainly this week – I just can’t set aside the time. The movie needs me. The people I made the movie with need me. YOU need me to finish this movie, so you can see it!
Most of all, I need to stay in the state of flow. Which is not really a problem, because flow is where I live. All things flowing in focused concentration, with love and devotion, passion and purpose.
And so I resign myself to wait just a little longer before writing up a storm. Take a good deeeeeeep breath. Just take stock of where I am. Think about you. Smile. And then get back down to biznis.
But I can tell you this: I am loving living in Portland, where seeds I planted in the desert years ago are finally bearing fruit. Delicious fruit, Fruit I feared might never grow.
The older I get, the more I understand patience. It's not the opposite of impulse. Just the foresight and long view that yields ultimate fruition.
It seems that most dreams take forever, one penetrating jolt at a time, from the moment you dream to the moment others finally get to taste what you grew.
But now, in the verdant green, I feel myself sprouting. As if I were the seed I was planting all along.
Just waiting for this moment to grow.
Inspiring!