Some Mornings

Some mornings: 

there are some mornings when ideas aren't readily available, the desire to write is still strong, but words seem to elude me, inspiration's not so easily found. It's not often, usually themes abound, my mind is eager with ideas  and it's just a matter of allowing the words to flow. But there are a few morning's when this  isn't quite so, writing is more of a concern, and right now I find myself amidst this struggle.

until the moment I let go of this concern, surrendering thoughts of any struggle.

here's my standard practice, writing about writing, about whatever struggle is happening now, and to just put words on a page, filling the screen or pad of paper with whatever words that come to mind, and greeting the emptiness for its potential and not as a challenge to be fulfilled. Some mornings I write with a more subtle inspiration, no grand theme or original ideas, but I find myself writing more for the practice, for the sake of more deeply listening to the undercurrents of my mind, to feel the keyboards still dance beneath my fingers even if their motion is slowed in a more thoughtful manner. 

writing is my practice, an art pursued regardless of an outcome, it's a prayer really, a sacred form of communication without need of any answers in reply. I'm happy writing even nonsense, something completely without meaning to anyone but me, and I will still share it as an artful expression of what that particular moment held when it was written. Some mornings are like this, I write without purpose, content in the experience itself, happy to wait in the silence before a single word is given, listening to the world unfold in the earliness of the day, coffee warming my hands, relaxed and at ease with whatever happens now. There might not be words, some morning this may happen, and I will sit with their absence, drinking my coffee, listening....

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Peace, Eric