Some days when the ideas are overwhelming me, they pour over into drawings and ramblings.
Then I usually distract myself with all the busy ways of being. I leave those wandering words to roam alone.
And every once in a while, I have hours to sit and make contact with those parts of myself that I chase my own tail around. some days, I learn again that I enjoy telling small stories.
Funny what arises when you sit down with yourself.