Mixed Metaphors and Ink

[Cita]

And so, the pen moves across the page and we find relief...

From what, exactly?  Poorish food and the dull slog of time, from tedium and gray sheets, numbers that never quite add up and the incessant humm?

And so, the pen moves across the page, a kind of salvation--not the kind of being saved where one lies back sodden in the boat, breathing hard and dripping--but a kind of reaching toward that which saves, an active chewing of the wafer and gulping of the wine, rituals that just might keep us afloat if we do it often enough, kick hard enough, or clap our hands loud enough while saying, "Truly, I don't want to drown."

So we make up words (one a week because there are never enough words) and we try again to describe the sunset or the frog or the ache under our skins that can only be alleviated by the describing.

And so the pen moves across the page and the ink soothes and saves like rain in the desert, puddling and splashing and renewing our focus so that we live again.

[Mike Handley]

Sentence No. 5. Oh, yes. Number 5.

[Cita]

Gita, it was Jamie. I thought that whole round-table discussion was profound.  It informed the way I feel about all of you and about HoW.  Sob.  

Speaking from a spate of time when I have not been writing, I have to say that this poured out from my NEED.  The pressure had, indeed, built.  

[Gita]

You speak to a basic truth -- the NEED to write daily -- that we all share under this roof.  Was it Jamie who said at HoW, "I can't NOT write?" I forget. But that's essentially what I get from this piece. It's like a pressure that builds up inside.

Excellent.

[Bill Floyd]

"Mixology," makes me think of bartenders or remixers, people who bring relief or refreshment or a new take on old ideas.  Mix away.   

[Teresa]

I never noticed the metaphors were mixed because I was too busy feeling saved and relieved.  Doesn't nature mix it up?  Adore this.  Faved.