There is a breath across time carring me - a forward movement instead of a viral undertow.  Is this hope? Or is it false hope?

 

Where shall I go next in my search for the quill?  Do I search only for the sanity that accompanies the satisfaction of having written, having "done"?

 

Might I also enjoy the doing? Perhaps I might?  "Spirits Having Flown" was the title of a song and album from my youth. I always wondered why it (the title) bothered me so much.  It was, I think now, the past tense of it. It seemed to grieve.  "Spirits Flying" seems much more powerful - and "having flown" so tragic.  It is Done.

 

Please forgive us for things we have Done and left Undone - the Lord's Prayer.

 

Un anything - Pat O'Bryan

 

To do - never ends

 

Get to do - Craig Perrine

 

Just do it - Nike

 

Let's do this - somebody said that I think.

 

Hey.... how about this?  Would rather leave something undone than have to do the undoing.

                                    nah. That's the safe route.

 

Being is doing.