Then slowly one thought has a friend that shows itself to lead toward another. I begin to see color. The color turns to words that tell me what the thoughts are trying to say.
It is forming. Edges come slowly into view. I close my eyes and close myself off to the sounds, the sensory intrusions to let the concept have its way.
I wait with patience and belief.
The mist burns off to reveal an idea simple and whole.
—me strauss Letting me be