Sense of Potentiality

Sense of potentiality: 

I think what I most love about my mornings is the sense of potentiality they hold, that anything can happen, there's magic available, or at the very least, a sense of mystery as to how it will all unfold by the ending of the day. This is cultivated early with my meditation on first rising, a deep silence that immerses me in its promise, showing how everything starts from here, and that it remains with me throughout the day if only a turn inward and listen once again. It's a beautiful promise, and one I do return to as I approach my morning's writing. 

every word will first emerge from silence. 

my only role is listening.

and then writing what I hear,

this same sense of potentiality is found on the page, an initial emptiness that's just waiting for the fulfillment of my words. Anything is possible, silence could whisper the most subtle inspiration in my ear and urge me to express on the page. Or perhaps nothing at all for a given length of time and I've come to love this period as well, having a feeling of restful awareness as I simply sit in the quiet mystery of the moment. Words will find me here, as they always do, so I'm content, watchful, eager to hear whatever inspiration will whisper to the page. 

and nature too holds this promise, as after writing I head immediately out the door to see what mystery the woods and fields might hold. It's always something, a sense of potentiality fills the morning air, and I don't even wait for first light to explore these secrets. It's all available to me right now, everything, yet only in its initial promise, primordial, existing in that sense of potentiality until I show to witness. 

that's the magic that I love. 

this mystery.

how anything might happen.

~

Peace, Eric