Inspiration

Inspiration is my best friend. Sitting up with me on long dark nights and talking to me about those things I love, or am in awe of, or just find impossibly fascinating. Never judging me. Allowing me to look as deeply into my dark corners as I do my brightest moments, it pats my hand and says, “It’s okay. It’s all you and you are okay.”

Shy, and very very quiet, it comes to me most often when I am all alone, dictates whole stories as long as no one else is here and fills me to overflowing in this new reclusive place I have found. I have never known such fulfillment before.

I take those gifts the world gives to me and decorate my life with them, making it a haven for creativity, a place for music and dreams and sunlit moments. The sweetness of a smile, the beauty of young lovers innocently believing in a way most people have given up on, the “agony and the ecstasy” of a life well lived, it all comes my way, a never ending peek into the world as I never have seen it before.

And it is good. I know it is good because I see the sweetness and the innocence and the goodness in every face. There is amazing goodness in the most unlikely places and it seems I have been given the eyes to see it, the words to write about it, the gift of knowing it.

Inspiration touches me, turning me inside out, simply sifting through all my parts, looking for the very best, and bringing it to my attention.