Jeffrey Root

“Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming”
― David Bowie

“There is nothing to writing.

All you do is sit down a a typewriter and bleed.
E. Hemmingway


We don't write to be understood, we write to understand.........

Love yourself. Dare to dream. Live on purpose!”
― Ernest Hemingway

“posterity who are to reap the blessings will scarcely be able to conceive the hardships and sufferings of their ancestors.”
― Abigail Adams

“I felt myself floating between two worlds. There was the ocean, effectively infinite, falling away forever to the horizon. This morning it was placid, its grip on me loose and languorous. But I was lashed to its moods now. The attachment felt limitless, irresistible. I no longer thought of waves being carved in celestial workshops. I was getting more hardheaded. Now I knew they originated in distant storms, which moved, as it were, upon the face of the deep. But my utter absorption in surfing had no rational content. It simply compelled me; there was a deep mine of beauty and wonder in it. Beyond that, I could not have explained why I did it. I knew vaguely that it filled a psychic cavity of some kind—connected, perhaps, with leaving the church, or with, more likely, the slow drift away from my family—and that it had replaced many things that came before it. I was a sunburnt pagan now. I felt privy to mysteries.”
― William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life