
Stephen Pressfield writes the following:
"There's a secret that real writers know that wannabe writers don't, and the secret is this: It's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write."
Stephen is describing resistance - the same "resistance" that many of us encounter when we try offering our corresponding art forms, like ministry, leadership, mentoring, innovating and even "companioning." Such a high holy art form that is - that of companioning each other into courageous acts of compassion and generosity. Oftentimes, this shows up as mentoring leaders but sometimes it's just about companioning our partners, spouses, children or better yet, ourselves!
Often, rather than deal with my own resistance to producing that relationship art - that hard work of co-creating new possibiities, I'd rather blog about it, or read books on it, or theorize about why the changing context of "companioning ministries" is calling for new paradigms or models or theories in action. (At this point, I remember an episode of "arrested development" that featured an attorney by the name of Bob Loblaw! Feels like that, at this point! I mean, how many books and blogs and speakers tours and conventions do we need before we explode with the profundity of it all?)
I really like Pressfield's scoop on "resistance." Rather than moralize or totalize, he just "presents a rogue's gallery of the many manifestations of Resistance (as found in the Preface). "You will recognize each and every one, for this force lives within us all—self-sabotage, self-deception, self-corruption. We writers know it as "block," a paralysis whose symptoms can bring on appalling behavior."
Ellen deGeneres does a fantastic bit on procrastination (or the mismanagement of resistance) in one of her DVD releases of stand-up routines. Seth Godin walks us through managing resistance in "Linchpin" - a provocative primer on releasing the art you are here to produce.
After re-reading Pressfield's work on the the WAR of ART, I am provoked. The provocation is to be clear about when I am giving in to the resistance and when I am courageously offering the best I have to "ship out" in that moment. It's like I need the Zen Master to sneak up behind me and thunk me with the reed to wake me up out of my stupor - languoring in tasks that don't match my strengths, don't embody my recent "Yes's" to Spirit, don't leave me motivated to try on even more courage.
Here is what I would ask you! What is your equivalent to sitting down to write? I'm not asking, "What is your equivalent to writing?" The question really is, "What is your equivalent to sitting?" What does it take for you to show up, pen/brush/knife/scalpel/trowel/text/pastel in hand, fully awake and present to the future that may be longing to be birthed in you?
For all of our sakes, would you please sit?
There!
Kindly, gently sitting here, as well . . . may I ask, "Would you please share with
us the art you were born to create?"
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense.
(from Rumi: The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing by Jalal al-Din Rumi translated by Coleman Barks)
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