River Brown

I write, sometimes, to figure out what I really think.  Discovery as Don Edwards calls it.  Life is this overwhelming channel full of experience and input and I have to make sense of it.  So I write to read my life.

I write, sometimes, to rant.  Out pour feelings pent up by the necessities of work and expectations.  Life is that ocean full of creatures and strange chemistry that can nurture or threaten existence.  So I write to keep afloat.

I write, sometimes, to play.  Larks and ravens dance and mess about on the wing just for the sheer fun of it.  Life is that lighthouse full of solitude that invites another to join in the amusement.  So I write to enjoy the world.