tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018994113071108306.post2223796100134964239..comments2023-11-24T00:46:38.643-08:00Comments on The Yoga of Writing/The Writing of Yoga (French, Music, and Washing, Extra.): PRIMESally Anne Syberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185300944480396559noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018994113071108306.post-83437938455687338512013-07-10T14:07:43.317-07:002013-07-10T14:07:43.317-07:00I like reading about your life. I don't under...I like reading about your life. I don't understand prime, what it means to you or in the song. Other than first rate or the best of, best of what I wonder. Could it be of this lifetime? I'm a little dumb or un-hip to intellectual correspondence. I don't put myself down so you can try to make me feel better. Thanks for opening the door to your world. The thing about all writers is they are always the most unhappy bunch. The one thing I vowed when I started writing poetry again in 2010, was that I'm going to make my own rules when it comes to the kind of writer(brand of idealism)I was going to be. I like to think I know the formula for my own happiness. I just know my life isn't about happiness and that helps. So Sally Anne, you won't hear "cheer up" from me. It's just a sad and beautiful world! Texas Hobarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05524153656345754572noreply@blogger.com