Inspiration is a funny muse.
Elusive and fickle, just below the surface of awareness; a fleeting scent that triggers a memory of our soul's deepest desire.
She asks to be nurtured, fed, coddled and cajoled. And when we show her that we are present and awake and ready... she delights us with a gift of insight and rewards us with a moment of joy and light.
When life tumbles us around like rocks on the shore, and the wind inside our very head creates a hurricane of emotion and self doubt, this is when our muse is hardest at work.
Listen for her whisper in the rain. Look for her through the mist and fog.
A little more than three years ago, the path on which I was traveling slowly disappeared and I found myself scaling the edge of a cliff in the middle of the night. Being afraid of heights, the darkness was my greatest gift. And the muse was ever present, providing beacons of beauty along the path.
On this Sunday morning, I am reminded why I do the work that I do, and I am filled with gratitude for the fellow travelers who have shared their stories, insights and discoveries.
And so, before I head out to a rainy soccer tournament, I'd like to share what was inspiring to me this morning:
A French-press of strong Italian Roast coffee in my favorite Orla-Kiely mug while listening to the rain and spending time with my journal (doing the daily meditative writing exercise that many of my clients are surely doing too!). And watching my favorite NPR Tiny Desk Concert...
Enjoy your Sunday... and let me know what inspires you today.