posted on Jul, 30 2016 @ 08:37 PM
I feel a pull, a call to write. I'm not sure where I'm going yet, but just like when you get behind the wheel of a car and hit the gas you're gonna
go somewhere, even if you don't know where. so too it is when I write, except I'm just pushing the pedal, trusting the words to write themselves.
Its a bit scary, at times, but it quickly grows exciting- how wonderful this is, each new word is like a treasure being pulled from the depths of the
page. What wonderful things shall we do, see, experience? What a relief, to not be in control, to not have to worry about what happens. It's a
journey each time, fresh and exciting and new. Even if the road ends up going through some bland or dry pstches- even if it comes out horrible and
utterly unreadable, still it is a great treasure.
Life, I think, is the exact same way. From somewhere, our liberated souls feel a call, an expression entirely its own uniques self bubbling up and
demanding to be born. So we come down, and one becomes a plant and another a tree, a river, a mountain, animals. Humans, stars, galaxies etc.
Now matter how rough the road gets, it is still an experience to be treasured... And, just like in writing, we can assert our egos, demand control
over the story, creating drama and unhappiness and hatred etc with our unskilled fingers ... But when we surrender to the driving force behind the
tool of expression, is the pen but also you and me, the flow becomes effortless and all that flows through you will be pure and righteous... It is a
constant struggle because the egp loves to assert itself...
The ego is a lot easier to keep in check when of comes to writing, which is why I think everybody should write, and besides every bodies got such
wonderful stories waiting to be told, even as their own life story unfurls...
Well, that's it for now. Lol.
Love and Peace to All.