Hard to Explain

A journal entry about my writing.

It is hard to explain, but

I write so that I can hear what they have to say.

I guess I can't say it any more clearly that that.

I sit down with no idea what I am going to write, accept sometimes in the morning, I do have this impression just as I open my eyes, and sometimes I can hold that long enough to get to my computer and that's where it starts.
And also sometimes when I am doing mundane things like raking leaves, where my mind is busy, but I am listening, things will flow to me, and again if I can hold it until I can write it down, that is beautiful too.

But it always is just flowing, just flowing, it comes through me, and the less I think about it, the more beautiful it is. The best stuff comes when I simply loan my hands to the Ancestor who has come to express.

May your days be guided equally by, Spirit, Soul and Heart. Blessings.