What happens when we allow our writing to be transformed?
You know those days when when it feels like a drag - not the 'write' time. When we wait for inspiration to come, when we decide it's just a hobby anyway, that we'll only do it for fun?
But deeper inside we know we want more than that.
We feel it in our heart - 'this is what I want' it whispers. 'This is rightfully yours - always has been, always will be'.
And so we feel the call to move our hobby beyond its amateur characteristics - to see how and where it extends.
One word in front of another, one day, one page at a time.
Writing as exploration, as discovery, as art form, as duty to God, as profession. It's a shift in perception we experience.
From ego-fulfilling to open co-creation with the universe.
And so our hand that writes becomes wholly. It's the top of the iceberg - the visible, physical part that transmits nature's messages and the signs of the spirit.
Writing, as a whole, becomes our job, our work, our spiritual practice. We fit it in, commit to it - multiple times each day, in between interruptions from our children and distraction from others.
What becomes important is that we return to it, again and again, until we've had our say for the day.
This is our job - and by hand, by thumb, by fingers - we are transformed by our writing.
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