7.00am freewrite

Started writing about the Beatles and ended up thinking about lobsters.

Looking at the How to Eat a Lobster mug Z bought me from Maine. I still crack their skins to get to the tender flesh – to suck it – they have exo-skeletons but then in the claws those quill like fine bones. Years ago I read how the lobster can live for 120 years and how they have a long childhood and a painfully shy adolescence…the family hold hands as they cross the seabed – wrote sea bred the… But the idea of mating: biology versus…what? Psychology? Sprituality? The light/life force? Love expressed in so many ways. Do you need a brain to love? Do trees love?

Tags: free write, Karen McCarthy Woolf, love, nature

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