Some Mornings

Some mornings:

for the first time in some years my writing has been a bit more of a struggle, tension gathered around my desk as I wait for the right words to arrive. It's not writers block, there's always infinite things to write of, and I'm always inspired to share my thoughts. Yet some mornings, not all, but more than a few lately - I find myself without anything that seems like it's meant to shared, not a single thought arrives that feels ready to be given to the page. 

some moments aren't meant for writing.

and I need to honor that.

and there's the tension, when ritual no longer fits the moment and the air becomes tense with expectations of an easiness that just isn't there. Writing isn't meant to be a struggle, it's a joyful meditation, a process of listening and response. 

so some mornings,

lately,

I spend more time listening, my response is patience and I sit for a longer period of time...some mornings, it seems, I'm meant to trust the silence more than the arrival of words. 

it's about honoring what's present. 

not the expectations.

some mornings the ritual is silence and mindful sips of coffee.

and that's part of writing too.

~

I love you, Eric

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