How Writing Sometimes Happens

How writing sometimes happens: 

it's rare that I have nothing to write of, no idea formulating at the back of my mind that readies itself as I reach the keyboards and begin my morning ritual of writing. But it does occasionally happen and I've found myself being okay with this now, more so, seeing it as an opportunity for patience, for being still, and to truly listen to the silence that precedes my every inspiration. It's really just another form of meditation, replacing mantra with sips of coffee and false starts of words that only wish to play against the page without any real sense of commitment, appearing in clusters, yet never following through to any larger theme at all. I'm fine with this, it's how writing sometimes happens - and that I'm here, facing the page, waiting, returning back to the ever present silence...

it's what writers often do. 

this is also an opportunity for my own creative play, there's nothing serious to write of now and I can allow myself the freedom of any expression that comes to mind, no need for any theme or grand inspiration - I use this time to explore thoughts that present themselves to me, to write about the process of creativity, filling the page with a stream of conscious explanations on how writing sometimes happens. I've found that this brings me great joy, writing on the wait for inspiration, on accepting silence as the source of words, and the art of patient listening. It's become a standard theme of mine, useful, and fills the page with a morning's worth of words. 

and yes, it's how writing sometimes happens. 

so to tie this to a larger point, giving this prose some sort of meaning - a writer shows up everyday, whatever time is set to mind, and their only true role is to be present, to accept silence as the source of words, and to find themselves comfortable waiting for their appearance, playing with the false start of inspiration without any sense of frustration, remembering that it all a process, another form of meditation really, and that we always return again to silence. This is where inspiration finds us. It's how writing sometimes happens. 

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Peace, Eric