It is a dark Monday morning. The sound of the rain has ebbed but the weather says it is fifty and foggy. It is hard to get out of bed and face the day and the coming week. I glance on Facebook and it is the same old statuses. It is about the same on the news sites.

I put on the same old hot water for coffee and prepare my oatmeal and wonder what to write about today. I’ve been stumbling across automatic writing more and more often these days and am kicking around ideas there. Yet there is one important thing to write about.

Today is Epiphany. I remember hearing the word when I was young and it not meaning a lot. It was just another liturgical season; Epiphany, Pentecost. Then I read a poem Denise Levertov which used the word epiphany. If I recall properly, it was Reading Chekhov on Weston Heath, about her childhood in London during World War II. She spoke of childhood epiphanies.

Where do great ideas come from? What is the starting point of inspiration and creativity? Perhaps some of it comes from just making oneself ready and sitting and waiting. Perhaps some of it comes from dreams and from letting our thoughts flow in automatic writing.

So, on this day of Epiphany, I hope all of you will find a chance to be still and wait for your epiphanies.