Springs of varying magnitudes feed the Ichetucknee river, and so do rains. The river’s levels rise and fall. Today, the water is high, and the river flows into the cypress swamps spreading out alongside it.

On calm days of great amplitude, the trees multiply and stretch a second self onto the river’s surface. We don’t know any better than to call these new trees reflections.

I could slide from my kayak into this tree’s reflection  and dive right into its open womb.

Fear of writing — we’ve all experienced that twist in the gut over self-revelation and what other people might think of us. Or, over our revelations about other people’s behavior, and how those revelations might kill off important relationships. In the inaugural video of what author Sandra Gail Lambert and I hope will be a series, the Hip Chicks on Writing (irony intended) discuss these fears.