Every morning I wake up and eat and then write.

Most mornings I don’t even get dressed.

I write write write, until about one in the afternoon. 

Sometimes a little earlier, sometimes a little later.

There hasn’t been any intention or purposeful effort in making this routine happen, it’s just happened. My body takes me to where it needs—and I need—to be, every day.

Any morning I try to resist the urge or need, and begin to do something else, I’m discombobulated and lost until I get back in bed with my computer.

That to me, is love.

“That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” ~ Walt Whitman

What will your verse be?

Love elephant and want to go steady?

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