Teaching writing over the years intrudes on your own writing in important ways, taking away some of the excitement of poetry.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

I do know that waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one's thoughts. Its easy to talk oneself into a decision that has no permanence ? easier sometimes than to wait patiently.

Teaching writing over the years intrudes on your own writing in important ways taking away some of the excitement of poetry.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods there is rapture in the lonely shore there is society where none intrudes by the deep sea and music in its roar I love not Man the less but Nature more.