Stillness

[vaneramos]

This morning's effort at writing comes up empty. But the emptiness is not frustrating, it is beautiful. I was panning for gold but suddenly realized the water is the purest and sweetest in the world. Who needs precious metal? I want to sit here all day drinking, letting the stream run through my fingers, feasting my eyes on the play of ripples. My 6 Changes for 2010 did not include seeking holy ground, but here I am. This might be another form of avoidance, but it is where I need to be at the moment. I've been approaching this place for days, but at last my eyes are open to it. It is a gift. It brings me to tears. I accept.

What do I do about the novel? I don't know. I'll just wait and see what happens.

Comments

[mhgagnon.livejournal.com]

You may feel you came up empty (based on expectations?), but this LJ entry is full and rich.

Thank you.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Oh, it felt as empty as a quiet lake at sunrise!

I'm grateful I was in the frame of mind to share it. I suspect that's where the writing practice is leading me for now.