Any great consequence:
what I want to do is relax and approach the page without concern for words, allowing inspiration to find me on its own. I am not a writer of any great consequence, this isn't said with with any sense of self-humility, I'm not being humble, my words are primarily for myself alone, and sharing is part of the art, how it becomes something of consequence and value. But the practice itself is simply part of my morning routine, seamlessly flowing from my meditation cushion to desk with only a break for my single cup of coffee, a ritual that prepares me for my writing.
arriving to the page, no anxiety, relaxed, words will find me here, they always do, and until than I'm willing to sit, coffee at hand, world embraced in in the soft hush of early morning. I love this time of the day, it's holy, truly so, meant for prayer and writing, invoking the sacred presence of these hours to fill me and through this my hands will type whatever words wish to be written.
it's that simple, easy, and it's why I suffer no anxiety or writers block, placing little value to my role here, being of less consequence as a writer and more importance as a listening presence, willing to be patient and enjoy the silence before the arrival of a single word. What I find is that it's all a process, every bit of it, and to hold myself as any great consequence above the other rituals, and more importantly, the silence of the morning - would create an imbalance of design, with everything being is perfect as it is, intricate in place as well as their belonging. I find myself happy where I am...
without any great consequence,
but belonging just the same.
valued.
~
Peace, Eric
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