EXACTLY!

went and visited our fair liege, the Radish King, and saw the exquisite picture of Glenn Gould lost in his ecstasy, his deep, dreadful loves, his deep, unseen dreaming- and this is exactly what i mean about learning the little idiosyncrasies of your own practice. the little twists that no one else understands but is so entirely necessary. a tool. a step in the ritual. it cannot be passed by without everything falling flat. maybe it is the cup you always always always take your coffee in? maybe it is a particular notebook to write in? maybe it is a particular time of day or night when it all floods easily and hot? maybe it is a chair?