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

Creating Begins with What If

Creation Begins with “What If?”

The thing about What if is that it’s the beginning of…everything. Every successful entrepreneur asks, What if? Every inventor, every teacher, and every person who creates asks, what if?

Then there are the people who nurture people, often (but not limited to) those people who create people, parents we call them, so many what ifs….

What ifs that keep you up at night. What ifs that you celebrate. What ifs you didn’t even think of…

From before our children are even born until forever.

In advocacy we encourage others to think

Can Time Stand Still

I wish had a time machine.

One where I could stop time for just myself. I could work. I could create. I could sleep. And then, when I step back into the spinning world, I would spend new time with those I care for in a most enjoyable and leisurely way. Oh, I could give so much more!

In the machine I could learn! I could learn between the minutes to be better prepared for the next. To improve. To grow.

It’s the biggest cheat I ever wished for.

The Sun Says “Hurry Up” and Other Fall Thoughts


I’m going to share a little old and a little new today. In November of 2014 I wrote:

AUTUMN PLAYS TRICKS WITH TIME

Waking moments are fewer

The sun says “Hurry up” while

The wind pushes us along and

I swear time moves faster by

Taunting my to-do lists and

My goal sheets

Each minute holds the seconds more loosely than the last

And they fall away quickly like the leaves that desert the trees

Then swirl along the ground

Warning of the darkness beckoning as

The year readies to close its eyes and then

In a moment’s blink

A New Year wakes and we begin again.