Divine inspiration some would call it. Or simply an active imagination. All I know is I cherish the moments of insight when I come to realize what I hadn’t before even thought to ponder. When answers to questions I have yet to ask pour into my mind. Like visions but with less dramatics – I just know.
As I sat on the train to Stockholm this morning, I grasped a pen and wished for words. What came was a spell, or a prayer depending on how one would see it. The words are all mine, formed by my lips and my fingers. But its meaning? I didn’t know until afterwards, when I looked at the written words and just knew.
Now I am at ease, calmly resting in that sense of understanding. Now I feel right.