Sometimes I sit and wait. Wait and sit. Stare off into
space. Let space stare at me. Look out the window. To see what I can see. To
feel what I can feel. To allow emotions, feelings, thoughts run through me. To
see what inspiration hits me. To see what thoughts form the most cohesive
train.
And then I let go. And start to write. Until I can’t stop.
Until there is nothing more to express. Until my thoughts are assembled into
something I can decipher. Until they start to make music and resonate with my
soul.
Some days it’s easier than others. Some days I’m trying too
hard to write something profound. To make sense of the world. When there is
no sense to be made. Trying too hard to answer all my questions. Not accepting
sometimes there are no answers. Just
questions.
Sometimes after I finish writing I can’t believe I was the
author. Sometimes I feel like the words are coming from a place and space I can
only peek into for short periods of time. A place full of love, answers ,
wisdom, fullness and richness of self. A place of abundance. An overflowing
well of joy. And when I reach that place by surrendering completely, I feel a
sense of euphoria and peace at the same time. But then when I try to examine
that place and space too much – overanalyse what it means – it disappears quickly
– closes up and leaves behind darkness. More questions than answers.
And then on those times when I am trying too hard I find I
am exhausted, afraid. Nothing happens because I am too judgemental about my
ability to write and why I write. I let ego take over. I question who I think I
am and why I think I have anything to say that anyone would want to read when I
am just a person – the same as everyone else. Insecurity clouds my space. And then
I freeze. Fear paralysing my fingers. My thoughts. My inspiration and my
creativity. And I berate myself until I just give up and get up and walk away
from my computer. From the negativity that is channelling through my body
causing me to feel inadequate.
I walk away from the madness. Change the scenery. Inhale and
exhale. Look outside. Until I see it. Feel it. And it sees me and feels me.
Bringing us together. And usually it’s something as simple as a rose bud
starting to bloom. All delicate and beautiful ready to burst into life. Filling
me with pure joy. And then I feel something start to stir within my soul again
and my eyes open wide to all the beauty that surrounds me every second of every
day.
The beauty replaces the ugly and allows me to see that
beauty and ugly exist side by side depending on one’s perspective. Depending on
how we view things. Beauty and ugly are always there. Always challenging us to
determine how we view life. And then I feel my creativity start to flow. My
inspiration surging back and I go back and I write until I can write no more.
And then I sit back and contemplate and realise that writing, just like life, requires me to come from a place of love. Always. A place of
surrender in order to free myself to see the gifts and abundance there in front
of my face every single day. To see the inspiration that comes from everyday
life through nature’s rich and varied tapestry. To feel it deep within my soul.
Breathe it in slowly and fully. Letting it spread like wildfire through my
veins until I open to that place of magic that resides within us all.
Surrendering to its goodness and richness. Embracing it like it is my long lost
lover.
And then I see I am all I need here and now. Now and here
all I need. I am.
When we are looking for something that much grander than
where we are and what we are, here and now, we miss out on our authentic
selves. We miss out on the opportunity to grow and love. We miss out on the opportunity
to be. And that’s why I sit and wait. Wait and sit. Because sometimes doing
that allows me to write from that place of total understanding. Enabling me to
learn a great life lesson – sometimes I just have to surrender to the here and now
without question so I can see I am all I need here and now. And so are you. And
so are we all. Here and now.
Yes! You have captured this so beautifully...with such wisdom and love. When you question your gift, know that it is just a moment of reflection and that your voice is beautiful...and there are many that connect and want to hear it...
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