Sometimes writing sits in you like a wild animal. Maybe you see its eyes. Maybe you don't see it at all, but the hair on the back of your neck knows it is there where the deepest shadows lie about what's hiding in them. The panther that has stalked you since you were a child is old now. No longer wild, and tired of guarding the treasure you yourself left behind--blind and deaf, she will give it all to you if you just let her go. But how are you to know whether the fox on the hill in the cemetery carries your mother's name or is the same fox you saw crossing your back yard in the snow unless you put your pen to paper and use it to release the animal that hides in the shadow of your hand.
Pat Schneider, "How the Light Gets In: Writing as a Spiritual Practice"
Face to Face With an Animal
Close your eyes, imagine yourself face to face with an animal. Write what you see in your inner eye.