words appear and written in the very same mystery - there is the discipline of showing up, not forcing the pace of what is given as a gift. That's my writing life. Inspiration is the grace of simply waiting for what appears. To make any claim aside from this is to believe myself separate from the process, a writer who attempts to plucks words from a temperamental muse, praying to be gifted. When words come, I write. When they don't, I wait. But even this isn't exactly true - it's just one thing in waves of communication, saying as much through silence as any word, and I am included in this, not as author, but a voice that speaks just for this one particular moment of mystery. Seen as such, my role is really very simple - I just show up, willing to be part of something larger than the plans of being a writer.
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Peace,
Eric
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