For the past three days I've become obsessed with finding the right cover for my book. This is not my job, nor my expertise, but a voice in me told me: go and find it. I scanned the internet in search for royalty free images, that were also free. I found this site http://sx.hu and spent so much time there that I became embedded in it, a fixture, a dust speck, a little light glowing feebly long after the lights have been switched off.
Late last night, at around 4:15am, when the only people up are bakers, janitors, traders on the asian stock market, and SWAT teams, I found it. And with it, the true title of my book, that is, the direction in which I now may pursue writing. For the book is not yet finished, and I needed a nudge from God to show me which path to follow.
What is unique about this cover, which a true design artist would immediately start designing for real, is that I forgot to put my name on it. It didn't need it. That cover was all my about the book, its raison d'etre, its essence. It no longer needed me. And I didn't notice.
It's only after I felt the peace in me, that I laughed at the glaring absence of its writer's name. I'm going to put it, of course, but not now. Not right now. For a while, I just want to enjoy having found out a little bit of truth about me, that came when I stopped putting myself in front of myself, obscuring the view.
There is much to gain from stepping aside and seeing what is straight in front of us. Thank you for reading, and may you find your own peace today.