How easy or difficult is it to write one sentence? Weaving together words from deeply personal emotions, and then unselfing, to meet the other somewhere between fact and imagination. 

When was it with a certain ease that you wrote a few sentences. When did those hands move earlier in the day or week, when you created something magnificent for your own soul. Did you meet someone along the way - on that path - where you were read, and understood. 

What became existence, what was created: which story or poem came alive with this movement? Did that firefull movement inside you set the world on fire? Did it even jerk a tear from an eye? 

In that address to the world, were you able to create one movement in a heart, or a hand, or a foot - that moved towards a within, or outward? Did the movement heal, create warmth, lead to some comfort that was truly Felt.

In that mess, did your words make sense.