Even as I am forced to let go of this activity or that, pulling ever inward, a space opens up. A wide open space which wasn't there before...and the muse comes rushing in. In a moment of illumination I can imagine things in that space - new things, risky things, oddities and quirks. Things that were crowded out before.
We are like someone in a very dark night over whom lightning flashes again and again. - MAMONIDES Those flashes! I catch each one in a jar like fireflies. Each one a reminder to leap.