A Slower Inspiration

A slower inspiration: 

some morning the words aren't so forthcoming, there's no block to their arrival, it's just not their time to flow towards the page. I'm content to sit in silence, coffee at hand, waiting by sip and enjoying the bitter taste and warmth of cup. Sometimes a few word appears with an urge to be written, not yet making themselves known as a theme, but I've learned to trust this slower inspiration, that everything will come together in its own perfect way. 

exactly when it's supposed to. 

years ago, when I first started writing daily, my promise was words on the page and it didn't matter how few or if they had any great meaning. The goal was to be a writer and there were no excuses to not practice my craft of writing. None. Not even when it seemed that words might not appear and there was little enthusiasm present to the task. Overtime I've come to the conclusion that writing has it's own pace, a rhythm that will make itself known to me each morning, sometimes drastically different then the day before, yet always existing as an undercurrent of quiet inspiration. 

my role as a writer is to be ready to receive.

patient.

trusting the pace of a slower inspiration. 

and just like that, writing happens, a page is complete, or perhaps only a few words carefully crafted and offered as a token to the page, It's the ritual that matters, showing up, open, and being willing to wait indefinitely in silence for words to appear. 

and they do. 

with their own pace and rhythm...

exactly when they're supposed to. 

~

Peace, Eric