Inspiration and Art-Work

After several posts on or relating to love, we’re wrapping up with inspiration. 

 

Love and Inspiration

Inspiration is a notion tossed around like it’s a miracle, a blessing from the muse. A flash of light, an idea from the invisible. 

It’s true; inspiration is a blessed apparition which appears when you’re open and looking. Then, once the beautiful notion comes to you, you’ve got to hunker down and do the work. Inspiration may give you a nudge, but nothing gets completed without doing the work. 

It’s

Love Makes Miracles Grow

I really like cut flowers. We have an agreement. They brighten up the room. I often give them fresh water. Eventually, they wilt and brown, then I toss them into the backyard. Rabbits eat them. They decompose. It’s the circle of life. 

With living plants, the agreement should be different. But for whatever reason, under my supervision, they often don’t thrive. After I’ve failed them, I take the poor thing to someone with more plant talent than I and hand them over to a new home in personal defeat. Most of

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Where Life Is

Right now I feel both drained of inspiration and full of emotion, which seems contrary because inspiration is borne of the rawest and truest emotions.

Inspiration when you’re empty. 

I don’t know. I feel very empty.

Yet, I realize that all of this…all of this experience, these moments of reflection, hard truths, and harder lived lies. These minutes that alter between cleaning up, caring for, enlisting help, and often just watching…that seep into numb hours, still provide learning moments.

Learning to Celebrate Love

Bringing a circle of support around two people is beautiful. My favorite weddings combine celebration, tradition, and personality, with the rituals chosen on purpose, a specific and unique start to their new adventure together.

Last year we went to the wedding of my dear friend, Christine. The small congregation of close friends and family spontaneously sang her down the aisle of the small chapel. The scene was gorgeous on a beautiful island off of Seattle. It propelled me to live like we have 100 Junes.

A few years ago,