Spiritual
The tools have changed, but the process hasn’t. You sit, an empty page in front, whether it’s pixels or paper or parchment, and you fill it with feelings, with emotion, with life. There is magic here. Real magic.
The world quietly asleep outside the window, the clickity-clack of the keyboard, whatever music I’ve got on – chill, classical, lounge – and the white of the screen slowly filling.
You dive deeper, you strip away the cleverness and the words become more important than your ego and that’s when you know it’s real, when it’s good. Light spreads out over the hills, dawn comes and passes, and a new day begins.
The feeling of when you step away, finished, and you look at the page and you know you tapped into something bigger than yourself to produce this, that feeling is, dare I say, spiritual.
Well said. I’m often surprised that, when I read something that I’ve written, I discover truths in the writing that I don’t remember putting there.
Thank you.
Yes. Nothing quite like it.
I know that feeling…. How can I get more of your new book, Kamal? The one about your pilgrimage in Spain. Not sure I’m getting updates on that. Is it finished yet? I really like what I’ve read of it so far.
Wow, you read the early parts of the novel. Thank you. I’ll publish it this year.
Kamal…I love when you share new Writing. It’s a gift to nourish the spirit.
Your words make my day…better. Thank you
Smiling, Sherry. Thank you.
Put very nicely…”Words become important more than ego”.
Nice one, Kamal.
Amen. And thank you. And once again, you take my breath away.
Reading this entry reminds me of integration of all the chakras from root to enlightenment. Awesome.
You set the words right, and they made me shiver a little because they are so true. I wish you’d given this post a category.