Arrive

Arrive: 

lately, it's writing that I'm drawn to, or more precisely writing about the subject itself, my process and how I arrive to inspiration. This is also my fall back position, one I turn to as an easy source of material, knowing that it's a wellspring of hidden insights that never fail to surface. Yet the truth is that I don't arrive to a point of inspiration, it's not even a mental place I find myself searching for, at least not any longer - writing happens on its own time, never mine, I am simply fortunate to by present and available when the right words finally appear. 

I just make myself open to inspirations agenda.

and that makes all the difference. 

it helps to have a theme, approaching my writing session with a clear idea in mind. But that isn't always the case, fairly often it's cold opening, and I find myself waiting for the first idea that might eventually turn to an inspirational flow of words. That's been the key lesson, learning to wait, patiently without fidget, focused on the task at hand which is always and only on the present silence. This is writing, it's not always an action sequence of fingers flying across the key boards as ideas continuously leap from mind to page. It's mostly the much slower pace of finding just the write word, or maybe a pleasure line of deep beauty and then writing a connection to a larger theme. 

quiet often there's no words at all. 

and I've learned to be okay with that, more so, trusting silence as the raw source of every word that's yet to come. If I search for inspiration from here I will never arrive, it would be like asking fish for the directions towards the source water, I'd miss the most obvious due to the intimacy of its presence, its very familiarity leading me astray. 

inspiration arrives in the soft touch of silence. 

not in a rush of words, or ideas reaching madly to the mind.   

my only role is to be here as it arrives. 

listening...

~

Peace, Eric