Words Appear

Words appear: 

there was a time I chased the muse each morning, an intense pursuit of inspiration that often left me creatively exhausted and with only a few satisfying words given to the page. Writing was a difficult task because I feared failure, more so, I feared emptiness, silence, an unfilled page that matched my own loneliness and lack of meaning in life. This wasn't too many years ago, but I'm a different writer now, content with whatever words arrive, at peace with the intervals between them, and unafraid of the sheer potentiality an an empty page presents. The only real difference through those years was my deepening practice of forgiveness. 

no longer reserved for major events and the most troublesome people, forgiveness has become a softer approach to life, gentle, and even the slightest agitation is handed over to the Holy Spirit with a smile. Maybe not right away - but sooner now than ever. It seems that words flow to a forgiving mind, with a void left in their absence inspiration readily arrives in replacement. What feels most meaningful to me is that I'm now content to sit in silence until words appear, not in anticipation, just a quiet wonder at the trade of emptiness and form that plays across the page. 

yes, forgiveness offers me everything I could possibly want, and even provides meaning where none was found before. I have forgiven that struggling writer of just a few years ago, a false image really, yet the suffering certainly felt very real. Whatever struggle, anxiety, or blocks to inspiration are forgiven - and I am blessed by the silence of their absence. 

and in that creative, primordial space,

words appear.

~

I love you, Eric

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