Intimately Involved

Intimately involved:

that I welcome any words to come, open, receptive, and in this way a theme appears, writing occurs, and I am completely of the process too. In many ways it’s the opposite of automatic writing, a phenomenon in which the author is directed by a source other than their own conscious involvement, as if a vessel for another hand and someone else’s words. Yet still I make no claim that these are my words, nor to be their source of origin, and certainly not the author, not really. Words happen, they appear, and I am simply fortunate to be aware, to listen, and to have the wish to write them down. It’s the same with every thought, each inspiration, that they’re all just a somehow appearance, a mystery, and one that finds me intimately involved in their process, part of how it all unfolds.

perhaps that’s why I prefer writing so early in the morning, with lines between dream worlds and a busy reality of the day not yet so tightly drawn. Everything feels more seamless now, words flow easily from wherever they once were and then seemingly to find themselves directly on the page. It’s all without real effort, as if each word is gifted from a source, but one that I am clearly part of, intimately involved with, and intrinsic to the entire process.

this isn’t just about words though, what’s happening now is simply an aspect of life described as writing…