Humble

Humble: 

really, we should find ourselves humble, and most especially so as artist of any kind - it's though these creative expressions that it's seen so clearly that we are not solely responsible for words or  the brushstrokes of inspiration, that a greater hand than ours guides us to these ideas. An artist is fortunate to be able to lay claim to their creations, and yet deep within we know that they are not ours alone, that every aspect of our work has been gifted in someway. Of course this doesn't dismiss the hard work that takes place, nor the dedication that's required. An artist deserves their praise and admiration. But the talent isn't ours, it's innate within body and soul, a creative mind and the desire to use it for the pursuit of higher inspiration isn't really a choice that's made, it's simply what an artist was born to do. 

we should be humble by the faith these gifts display.

and honestly in this way, we're all artist of a kind, gifted by ideas and inspirations that guide us through our lives. The only real difference between any of us is in how deeply we've come to listen to that inner voice that steers us towards our highest creative ideals. For me, it's not really a choice of discipline, but more a path of joy, I'm happiest at my desk, keyboard right before me, earliest moments of the morning and my coffee at hand. I know that words will soon arrive and it's just a matter of making myself ready, to be prepared for words and making it easy them to find me each morning. I am here, a writer, a willing instrument to be used by inspiration. I'm humbled by the part I have throughout the entirety of this process, realizing that so much of my time is simply meant for waiting, listening to the silence through which words find their way to me, patiently, and yes, joyfully. This process is in play right now, at this  very moment, with words making their way to me, and I arrange them on the page, properly, and with great with care and honor, humble as I do so. 

it's all such a gift, quite literally so, none of this is my own doing, it's just what I was called to do and for some reason, a mystery really, my soul responded. I easily find myself humble, knowing that I'm simply part of such a larger process here, and yet still I get to sign my name beneath the prose. None of these words are really mine, every single one was gifted to me, rewarded through my patience, appearing from some larger source of inspiration. I have no idea how any of this works, but I continue to show up each morning, joyful, humble...

ready to receive words.

they know exactly where to find me. 

~

Peace, Eric