Dear Writer

When you don’t know what to write, but you write anyway.

Feeling the ease with which the words fall onto the page

Through the fingertips and beyond.

Wordy mountains to climb don’t feel as laboursome while you’re en route

You’re in it, on the journey, already moving

One foot in front of the other

One word after another

Feeling Spirit on your shoulder and the gentle breeze at your back

Climbing mountains never feels as hard as what it should (or what others imply it must).

Of course, it’s never for the faint of heart

Courage is required

So, too, is discipline

Tenacity

The will to keep going through sheer grit and faith.

But don’t mistake the grit for grind – they are not the same.

Think sticky, but never stuck

Grip, without clinging.

Effort

Yet entirely effortless.

Grit smooths the edges

It is a handy ingredient, indeed.

Just keep walking

Keep writing

Because your adventure is only just beginning.

You don’t need to concern yourself with finding your words.

They find you.

They always do.

Whether they come in long, fluid, majestic creative runs

Or in spontaneous, short, acute bursts

They emerge in truly organic form and time.

You, dear writer, are the holder of space

The midwife

You are a crystal-clear channel of the Divine.

Everything you need is inside you and around you.

May life itself be your muse.

Creation

Art

Expression

Your words are your gift to the world.

They are your gift to you.

Honour them

Enjoy them!

Feel them with every fibre of your being,

Your beautiful, beautiful words.

~ JW 15/07/2026