She would wake in the morning, have her cup of coffee generally sitting up in her bed. A whole day's worth of ideas, projects and positive thoughts would permits her to see her day unfolding in a sublime sort of way. If the sun was shining she was positively euphoric !

So the morning she woke drunk on an idea, a creation...her opinion on a subject became perfectly clear to her.

Drunk on life, ideas and creativity...her heart beat quickly and she walked in the sunshine.

When I travel, it seems that my soul travels slowly and stays behind for a while. If I travel for three hours, it will take until tomorrow. If I travel around the world, it will take at least three days.

This is not jet lag. I am not tired. I feel a disembodiment, a total lack of connection with where I am. I am certain I have left my soul behind.

I sit with friends in the evening and I stare into space

They say, "Are you thinking about a story?"

"No," I say, "I am waiting for my soul".