I feel the writing is a rhythm and guide. I do my best to align with the tempestuous demands of life, my psyche, and the writing. When all three are connected the braid of my life feels like it is being woven well. When life, my psyche and the writing are not weaving together I feel frayed. I don’t even know if frayed is a word but it sounds like afraid, which is also true. I feel safer when the writing is close, when the rhythms are my own.