Someone else has been involved, some have helped with the writer's block, but some of the same people have also dragged the whole process out. Watching the last piece of writing take shape has been unusual and yet strangely familiar, let me explain...
The most recent idea I'd been writing about ('Put in a good word for me'), encompasses identity, advocacy and value. Weirdly it wasn't only after finishing the piece and looking back that I'd noticed how much (Father) Time had helped curate it, I'd been noticing it all along.
Father Time is a strange mix of Greek and Western thought. Age-old Tradition accessorizes him with wings while dressed in a robe and sash. His hands are full as he carries a scythe and an hourglass one in each of them. I'm only pointing out his accessories so I can share how surprised I am that he found a free hand to help with the writing.
It's not unusual that I've noticed times involvement, but the difference is that it's happened as I've watched the words unfold. Usually, I only see it once finished and looking back. But this time I've been aware of his ongoing presence. The writing headed in one direction until I shared it with and was queried by an older colleague that helped me veer off in a slightly adjusted direction. That direction was then taken much further by me that evening, and then the next day in a state of under-developed-ness, I presented what I'd written as a wisdom teaching. Needless to say, the presentation bombed. But I still loved the idea so kept fleshing it out. That very evening while working it further, it stopped.
And it wouldn't move again.
So I left it alone.
It was only looking at it with fresh eyes three weeks later that it moved again. And it moved again because of relationships, relationships with other people and with other peoples words. And it's these same interactions that were guilty of initiating another change of direction.
A good change.
It's reminded me that all ideas need time, time to be exposed to other ideas, to their opposites, of course, but even more importantly, to human relationships.
Why? Because when humanity and time collide, it's an excellent measure of any idea. And time, it seems, has a way of helping humanity and ideas mature.