Writing Happens

Writing happens:

my commitment has been to put words on the page, to write everyday, without a miss. Yet it's not a vow I made to myself, not even a practice really. It's a joy. Writing is the moment of my surrender, of not knowing the next word that may appear and simply trusting that it will. Each morning, soon after I wake, I sit at my desk, coffee at hand, and let the mystery unfold. In this light, I am not really an author, but a deep participant of the process, simply part of the magic that flows as morning inspiration. Writing happens, and includes me in its story.

sometimes I smile at the words I feel forced to use, like saying that I let  mystery unfold, as of it's an allowing that waits for my approval. This implies that I have some choice in the matter, or that I'm more central to the action than I really am - to even say that it's my commitment isn't really so. Again, writing happens by its own magic, and I find myself a joyful participant, not the one letting go, but somehow completely surrendered of any notions of control, no longer thinking myself an author, only ideas now, inspiration, mystery. 

writing happens.

and I find myself included.

really though, even this gives pause for me to reconsider, in reality it's far to seamless for a truthful description. Here's the best that I can do - writing happens, and that's all that occurs, no separation of author from events, no break from the flow of words to the silence where words gather, no inspiration and one to be inspired. There's just writing. It's the same with any activity, most especially those performed with great joy. It's love that takes over, or perhaps better said, the idea of being a writer recedes to the actuality of love, and everything happens from this position. 

so, my only true commitment, is to love, 

~

Peace, Eric