A Writer's Notebook, Day Eight-Hundred-And--Thirty

Odes have been a challenge for me.  I am finding my way, but the mode of praise is one I need to inhabit more.  I am recognizing that this is also to do with a need for a certain kind of straight forwardness.  I am learning a great deal about ways that I hide, the ways I use cleverness to step away and hold back.  I am so often in my head, and it is time to let the work also have my body.

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