Although I have been running this blog for over a year, I haven’t quite got into the swing of adding regular posts. Believe me, I’ve tried. The number of abandoned drafts in my library – irrelevant now that the moment has passed – testify to my good intentions. It’s as though I’m being constrained by some reverse law of attraction – the instant I vow to pull up my socks and publish at least one post on each of my blogs every week, the universe conspires to prevent me. Inspiration deserts me mid-sentence; I get caught up in other tasks that take longer than anticipated, The Artist suggests tantalizing diversion (bless him!), or I simply don’t feel like it.
I have been berating myself for my lack of application; insufficient self-motivation and sheer laziness. I understand that I can’t be writing while I’m cooking, cleaning, gardening, scrumbling, shopping or going to work. But – however much I accomplish in other areas – my harsh internal critic is poised to point out the one thing that I haven’t managed to do.
So, for want of something original to post and in a shameless attempt to meet this week’s self-imposed target, I have decided to re-post a passage from one of the blogs that I follow – ‘The Water Witch’s Daughter’. The author, Suzicate, seems to have written it just for me, particularly the line, ‘write those words until the book arrives’. If you find her words inspiring too and you’d like to read more from Suzicate, please visit her blog: http://suzicate.wordpress.com
“No one can enter the river wearing the garments of public and collective ideas. He must feel the water on his skin. He must know that immediacy is for naked minds only, and for the innocent.” ~ Thomas Merton, Raids On The Unspeakable
Does your true desire call your name?
Does the sound of the roar frighten you?
Step off the bank.
Wade in. Get your feet wet.
Even if you can’t see the bottom, you must trust.
Let the water flow over you. Let it wash the fear away.
Practice. Be the best at who you are.
Float until you learn to swim.
Go with the ebb and flow.
Ride the waves.
Write those words until the book arrives.
Stroke by stroke, paint the canvas until the picture appears.
Snap away until the perfect photograph emerges.
Chisel away the rock until the shape that calls you is formed.
Play the chords until the song sweeps your soul away.
Show us what moves you.