the formation of an idea comes hard and fast like a thunderclap lightning strike, or slow like the movement of pitch. however it manifests, the process is the gold brick we forget we crave.
two planets of thought and intent, orbiting around one another with the knowledge that getting too close is the whole point, will of their own motivation gravitate and pitch their creative woo.
it is in the stride where we find the meaning, in the dance where we cultivate our sense of play, and in the embrace where we find ourselves whole and with purpose.
take a bath, take a break, take a walk, cook your own meal. have good times.