A little voice
Barely a whisper
Close to my ear
Breath
Warm puff of air
Raises hackles
It arrives when I need it
And now we must wait
Because
It
Hasn’t
Spoken
Yet
*learning to wait for the right moment.
As a planner, thinker highly imaginative plotter …waiting for intuition to deliver the starters gun is difficult.
I’m impatient
Think I’ve got it
No
I
Don’t
I don’t know how many times I have an idea that seems amazing and if I don’t do this someone else will and I act with such immediacy that I completely blow it.
Magic come in waves
First the thought
But the thought is just the appearance of the soldiers on the hill
You count their number
Know what approaches
Wait
Wait
Wait
The general will give the order and it comes from somewhere deeper
Not the brain – the brain is a good captain – up and down the lines it paces checking, tallying, reporting
Easily distracted off on another mission
So
Don’t listen to it
just wait let the brain pass by muttering
I cannot explain it further
But that is what must happen
Just wait
And if you do so
You will gain more than the brain alone could have ever brought to you
Impulse can be a wonderful thing
And overthinking can be dreadful
But you are not thinking while you wait
You are clearing space
That’s what I find the hardest. Reaching for that first hint of inspiration that will tell a story.
I do too Len. But if I leave it sit it will write itself.
Immediacy and blowing it, oh how I can relate. There is a stark contrast between the “knowing” and the brain. Time and age have been helpers in distinguishing which is which
Wish I could go back and fix a few things – but we can only go forward