I'm far from being the only one that asks this question and we'll probably spend the next 50 billion years still trying to locate the answer. What wakes us up in the middle of the night? On this podcast we talk about a 1:50 am stroll through the forest to do nothing but write. A forest is a very scary place to be alone. You truly can't see what's watching you. Will you be tripped by unseen vines? Snakes, owls, raccoons! Oh my! I've never kept my love for trees a secret. Native American's see them as great storytellers. A tree is extremely willing to sacrifice its life so that you have a place to write. And in return what are we sharing? The very late night extremely early morning walk without a path didn't come with a payoff. Just an open view as to how other things live around humans. How it survives without cable television, prepackaged foods, free music downloads and endless amounts of water. I think the one thing that stands out most about the words put down on paper is the writers need to know why had been woken. In his own handwriting style he asks "God was it you?" Big question with no answer. Laughing it off he blamed his lack of hearing on how noisy a forest is until just before sunrise. Writing and or being creative outside your normal comforts helps to clear the mind body and soul of habits shaped by mundane everyday-isms. When something feels out of the ordinary. Take the call. Be present in your now. Mindful of how getting knocked off the path builds inner strength by way of trusting the moment.