First Act

First act: 

the first act, really perhaps the only one that seems mindful in it's notice - is to dismiss any notion of importance, that what I'll write is of any meaning at all. To anyone, including me. This isn't about wisdom, there's no higher understanding. The goal here is simply words appearing on the screen that I somehow, and in someway, find pleasing. 

that's it.

a reader is a bonus.

with this in mind it comes now to allowing, listening, and it's a different kind of listening, a full body attention to even the slightest shift of feeling. What words do I respond to? That's the key and only question. Every word is received, gifted, and I have no idea from where, nor little interest as to why. I'm just happy to be on this end of inspiration, writing, keyboards meeting me at fingertips, and coffee (still too hot for now) sitting on my desk. If these were the only words written for today - it would all be enough to satisfy my needs. 

words on the screen.

the first act is important, it's a reminder of my commitment to my morning ritual of listening, and being honest with my craft. This all an exercise of mindful notice, of how each word stirs or fails to gain a bit of traction in this creative flow. There's no struggle, no point to even care if there's any sense in what unfolds. 

writing is without goal.

it's like tracks left behind - what's written now is the trace of my morning, to read this is to acknowledge a moment of inspiration, a brief nod to effort and imagination. Something took place here, early, of little importance or meaning, just leaving tracks.

~

Peace, Eric