Fear, old friend,

I have known you better than any lover, better than any hope or possibility. You have held my hand every time I’ve turned away from what I should have done. You’ve stood boldly at my side as I hesitated to do what I knew I had the ability to do.
You must be my lover, for your advice has kept me at a safe distance from the women I’ve tried to love. I know your songs, your jests, your laughter. I notice myself being held in your arms every time I say, “I can’t.”
You have much perseverance and confidence, always aching to step forward and take center stage. You have always been the voice I have listened to when I doubt myself and others.
Certainly, you must be a part of God, for I see you in the eyes of men everywhere—do you for them what you do for me?
Fear, you’ve helped me make decisions which I have lived to regret, but don’t worry, I will still take your advice, and so will others.
So here’s to you, old friend, for after all, where would I be without you?

INSIGHT: If you seek to overcome your fear, then focus more on where you seek to go–and listen not–to the voice that’s telling you it’s ok to be where you are.

Eric Sander Kingston
wishonwisdom.com

(Note: It won’t matter what your goals are if your fear of others, is greater than your faith in yourself. Trust your intuition/feminine.)

I’m writing because I have something to express that is of importance to me. It may be moving to you, it may not. But I owe MORE to the blank page awaiting my ink drops, than to strangers who I may never meet, or who don’t have any real stake in my feelings.
My own-self understands that whatever I write could have been done better, but I don’t live life in ‘could have’. I choose to live, and write, for better or worse, in ‘I did it’.
Ultimately my words are my own. Their excellence and/or failure, mine. What I express today, it’s greatness, may mean little to me tomorrow. But that’s not the point. Every letter, like every drop of rain, is required in some way by all of us.
For myself, I don’t judge a rainstorms importance by how many drops fall from the sky and if they all got to the roots of the plants that require watering.
My words are the unsealed storm. It may be quiet like a soft springs drizzle, or storm in thundering downpour. They may drown you or lift you up. And I understands, a verse that upsets one, can just as easily enlighten another.
My job is to write with my truth and passion, not judge. To trust the flow of my pen, not the stagnation of streams. And that’s a writers job–pushing the pen on blank pages and creating sentences that connect what I feel into ideals of what I seek to express. It starts there. It may end there. But what I write can never be completely ignored or discarded, because it was seen, felt, and expressed through me—as human being who is a part of a humanity that yearns to express itself through those who create its stories.

Letters are just letters, until someone arranges them into words, and forms them into sentences through their feelings, and into stories. Each and every time I do that, with integrity and fearless-feeling, I am a true writer. And what you feel about my words is up to you. Because that part of the writing is about the reader, not me. My job is creation, the Feminine, not self-judgement.
So I end as I began: I’m writing because I have something to express that is of importance to me. And when I’m done writing it, the rest will be up to you . . .

and I’m all write with that.

FEAR NOTHING

ERIC SANDER KINGSTON
wishonwisdom.com

“Give yourself permission to write.” Barbara Kingsolver