For weeks now, I have wanted to write a blog about inspiration, and yet I haven’t done it. I think because for me this is one of my “golden topics” by which I mean it is one of the most important ingredients in living a purposeful and passionate life and the weight of it is significant. So the result has been that as I ponder the best way to approach this topic in “blog-form” I have avoided writing about it at all, and really that’s a shame. So today I have decided to let myself just break off a chunk of it with the awareness that I will get to the other bits at some later time. Manageable bits…
Inspiration Part One – The Personal Approach
I find inspiration in the thoughts and ideas of people who are passionate and engaged. People, who transcend difficulties, rise to challenges. People, who march to the beat of their own drummer, speak out for others and are true to themselves.
I relate inspiration to passion. When I am feeling inspired I am energized, passionate, productive and alive. I am inspired by historical happenings, present events and the possibilities for the future. For me inspiration is timeless and fluid.
I am inspired by beauty, simplicity, tenderness, strength of character and brilliance. Creativity and individuality are inspiring, courage is inspiring.
I am constantly on the look-out for thoughts, experiences, and events that inspire me and yet it is a natural and effortless endeavor. It is how I am wired these days; it is as if it is a skill that I have honed, an orientation that has developed over time.
Inspiration sparks passion that is manifested in a myriad of ways. It may be the spark that results in a great meal, a new drawing, an interpersonal connection or a new idea. It leads me everywhere and nowhere specific. It is unbounded and limitless.
Inspiration can feel like a connection to something transcendent or like a very personal firing of an internal furnace. It comes in the face of an old man, a thought-provoking statement, a demonstration of generosity, or an extraordinary color.
It is everywhere, and letting it in, allowing myself to see all the ways that it is accessible, is a gift I hold onto with both hands (and everything else, too!)