Observations (in the raw)
I have been threatening to write a book for years now. The problem is I have never really figured out what that book exactly is. I suppose loosely it would be a memoir. I would want it to help someone in someway. Maybe just to let someone know their feelings were valid. We all want to belong at some point. We want to be part of the pack, the herd, the tribe. Connection is an important part of being human. And with that connection is the hope that we are understood by at least one other.
So, someone advised me to write this book. They essentially asked why am I waiting. And now I ask myself the same question. Why wait?
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...