Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Lazy Writer


Lazy writer: 

I have to admit that I am a dedicated, but somewhat lazy writer, committed to expressing myself and writing daily, yet largely unconcerned with grammatical errors, typos, or even writing for any great length of time. Writing is part of my meditation practice, a continuation of my sitting that's now given to the action of putting words to a page, instead of listening to the mantra it's hearing the subtle inspiration that soon plays after. I do this every morning and have for years, decades, without fail. Yet I make little effort to perfect this as a craft, although I do take my writing very seriously, my only real concern here is a deep expression, a glimpse of soul appearing on the page. 

that's my only purpose.

yes, I think of myself as a lazy writer, committed, but only briefly. I write as long as the listening remains pure, nothing forced, and that it's all inspired, received directly from some greater source. By this I don't mean that it's channeled writing, nor is it always of a quality that reflects something of a higher inspiration. What's meant is that I listen to my own inner calling, a subtle voice that gives words to my heart felt expressions. That's what I write, those words, and it takes a purity of listening that's difficult to sustain, my quiet mornings of deep listening soon dissipate to a noisier world.

it's simply more difficult to hear the voice of soul.

so I write only as long as the early quiet lasts, waking early to lengthen this time, sitting first in meditation and then committed to the listening, with little concern for whatever theme may soon appear - I write what's offered, nothing more, content with even a few words. There's no anguish over silence, and little thought is given to writer's block, or of failure to be inspired. My role is to listen, only listen, and to write when prompted by the soul. With this I can afford to be a lazy writer, I am not responsible for inspiration or for finding just the right word, I write what's given. Or not at all. 

it's not really my decision. 

and either way, I sit, listening to the early quiet of the morning. 

content to be a lazy writer. 

~

Peace, Eric  

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