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Writing as a Form of Meditation

by Kasia ( Kasia's Fiber Art Studio )

October 7, 2020

Writing asks us to listen instead of speak. It asks us to feel. It asks us to be present. It asks us to be quiet. It asks us to be still. These are the same characteristics of meditation, and I find that sitting on the deck in the middle of nature is a form of meditation for me. I feel at ONE with the Universe during these times. I lose myself in the practice of moving my fingers on the keys of this iPad. Time stops as it marches on at the same time.

Writing is my Meditation. As I start to write, I often lose myself in the motions and lose track of time and place. I ‘hear’ in my minds eye, the voice of the MUSE speaking to me as the words pour out of my fingers. This is some MAGIC!

Usually, what I most need to KNOW is revealed to me during these writing sessions. I ask for Clarity and I am blessed to find it here. Perhaps, not immediately, but eventually as I reread the words that have been written.

Some authors might call it channeling. I don’t think of it that way. Or, maybe I do. I hear/feel the words that want to be placed on the page. I have no idea what thought is being revealed and yet I obediently comply with the MUSE and type the words that are dancing in my head. The clarity comes. The message has been dictated and recorded. I am the lucky one that gets to read it first. And I must admit, that I am always rather impressed with both the content and the delivery of the messages.

The Magic of the MUSE is a blessing to me and to everyone that reads these words when I upload them onto my BLOG. Ahh yes, the blog. I’ve been dragging my feet about publishing this written work. Why? You might ask. Lack of confidence, I suppose. Not sure of the benefit of these words to anyone else but myself. But that is the old me. The me that I’m attempting to let go of. I long to be nonjudgmental about offering my gifts. I’m told that to be a great author, one must become vulnerable. I suppose that this is a true statement.

So now the question is: am I willing to allow myself to be vulnerable on the page? Will I share my strengths and my weaknesses with you, my reader? Time will tell!