Being Receptive

Being receptive:

it’s my time for words, that’s just how it works, somehow words appear and writing happens, inspired so it seems. Really it’s a mystery, not one of talent or discipline, although they do play a vital role for the continuation of this gift. But mostly it’s about being receptive, a willingness to abide for a certain length of time in silence, listening, not being in a rush for words and trusting they will come. Always in their own time. That’s key, this isn’t my agenda here, my demands mean little to the sway of inspiration, and often seem to cause an even longer point of absence to any words appearing.

my role is to wait, trust, listen…

being receptive.

and it’s through this that writing happens, a natural process that took years for me to realize and even longer still to put into practice and begin to understand. As a younger writer I knew little of being receptive, more prone to petition inspiration with an argument of time and necessity of words being given to me now, always at my demand, and with little concern for the role that silence plays here. Often this appeared to work, at least in a creative burst of sudden inspiration, and then always followed by a longer space devoid of any words. This would always cause me to doubt my gift for writing, never quite realizing that this isn’t really my gift at all, but simply…