Intent and inspiration:
generally, I don't know what I'm going to write about until I begin the process of writing, allowing the subject and theme of words to unfold with surprise and mystery, no longer feeling the need to dictate how things flow. Words always appear, somehow, and writing seems to happen without any true effort of my own. I don't make any great claim of inspiration here, it's much more subtle than that, as if it's as easy as the breath, natural, an intent of function that words best with little interference from my actions. My best writing, at least as much as I can truly claim, happens through intent and inspiration and neither of these are qualities invoked through mind nor effort - it's more of an invitation to join myself with their flow, a surrender to the writing process, and that I am essential to the task at hand.
and just like that these words appear.
long ago, another writing life altogether, there would often be a struggle for words, a desire for greatness with every sentence, and not feeling settled until a project was complete and met with the highest satisfaction. Writing was something I had to do and would be brought about through force of will if need be. There was no surrender to this process. Of course this is the antithesis of both intent and inspiration, actually blocking their invitation to the joyfulness of writing.
intent and inspiration are qualities of air, breathed without effort and released to their own actions - I am simply a function of their process, an appearance too, showing up to aid in their expression. I've learned to write on their demand and not my own, listening to their urge of words and silence, trusting the entire process and it's to this that I surrender.
in reality intent and inspiration are of one nature, not separate qualities but aspects of creation, an essential universal function, always readily available to be known. The great realization is that we are part of this creation, essential too to the entire process. We are inspired in our appearance to the world, and blessed with the intent to simply be expressed in such unique and beautiful fashion. All of this without any true effort of our own.
like words...
we simply happen.
~
Peace, Eric
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