Sanctified

July 17, 2021

Some of my songs are written because a particular notion amuses me.  (Chicken Skin Shake)

My best songs seem to spring forth from nothingness. (Raise Your Hand).  A song shows up on my guitar one day and I have no idea how I’ve come to know this song.  (Valley of Dry Bones)

I believe the best art already exists prior to creation.  There are songs floating around in the atmosphere, waiting for the right moment.  It’s like plucking a cucumber from the vine.  I consider myself a gardener.  I do my best to enrich the soil and I tend the plants but I will never claim to have created the cucumber. I try really hard to be a good conduit.  I will gladly harvest any songs that come to me.   When I am blessed with a special song, I try to be a good steward of the work.  I do my best to deliver the song and get out of the way.  

I heard an interview with the author Anne Lamott.  She suggested that aspiring writers begin each day with a prayer.  I am paraphrasing but it was something along the lines of the following:

Help me to get out of the way in order to write what wants to be written.  

The author Steven Pressfield has talked extensively about beginning his writing sessions with a similar sentiment.  He has a ritual of reciting an offering to the muses before beginning his work every day.  

I don’t think I have been a good conduit lately.  I have been getting in the way of the song.  I think I am trying too hard.  I believe the best art comes from somewhere higher than me but I do not have a ritual or routine that facilitates this process.  I think I need to find a way to sanctify my writing process.  However this may become one more way in which I am trying too hard and getting in the way of the song. 

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