Some Mornings

Some mornings: 

there are some mornings when I have no clear idea on which to write of, not uninspired, just lacking a particular theme to begin my morning writing sessions. Usually, between the course of waking, meditation and the amount of time it takes to brew my coffee, something will occur to me and inspiration unfolds from there, words flow from that point on. But not always, there are a few mornings, very few really, where I approach the page without any notion of what's to come, if anything...

yet somehow, 

words always seem to find me. 

years ago, I possessed less faith that would happen, there was that small anxiety that every writer knows, that perhaps this morning no words would come at all. My writing mantra at that time was repeating the phrase " words on a page" any words would do and the only had to have significance to me, marking the occasion that I had fulfilled my role as a writer. But really, it was mostly to push the dread of silence away, that even a few words meant I never succumbed to being uninspired.

a writer after all. 

those days are gone now, or so it seems at least. There are still some mornings that have a settled silence that simply doesn't wish to be disturbed - that's the inspiration, it's never been about words nor my claim to be an author, only the silence matters, being an invitation to relax, wordless, without ideas, and simply enjoy the emptiness that some mornings offer. 

I have no idea how long these moments last, 

but when they're over.

words always seem to find me. 

~

Peace, Eric