According to Webster, it’s “the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions.”
I believe there are two ways to find inspiration.
One, is to actively cultivate it; surround ourselves with inspiring things and people; see the inspirational value of everything around us.
The other, is to chance upon it; allow it to come to us, unexpectedly, spontaneously, when it wants to make an appearance.
I seem to belong to the latter attitude.
It’s not that either way is better, it’s that my style is to allow flow to envelop and engulf me.
Sometimes, my inspirational moments make me laugh, and other times, they make me cry.
Sometimes, they prompt me to grab a pen and paper and write whatever inspiration whispers in my ear.
And other times, inspiration guides me to let an idea marinate; to allow it to stew for a while before taking the next step.
However, favoring a laissez-faire attitude doesn’t mean I don’t feel the need to actively search for inspiration some days.
You know which days; the kind of days where you feel the mundane things of life are going to swallow you whole and you need a little “somethin’ somethin'” to get you through the madness.
In moments like these, I visit my friend Corinne,at her blog, Everyday Gyann.
Cause this lady is a source of inspiration if there ever was one.
Reading her blog leaves me feeling uplifted and renewed.
She is currently devoting Fridays to capturing a moment.
A single photo-no words-capturing a moment from the week.
It is a ritual inspired by SouleMama and introduced to her by Sarah Jane of Almost There.
Visiting Corinne’s blog two weeks ago, I was inspired by her post “This moment” but lack of time prevented me from participating.
This week, however, it’s different.
Did I look for a moment that inspired me or did I chance upon it?
Walking with Roxy two days ago, I came across this scene.
Just a table and chairs.
However, looking at them, I didn’t just see a sitting area.
Instead, this scene inspired me to think of family gatherings, friends sitting down to have an afternoon coffee, girlfriends getting together to drink wine and talk about life, and children gathering around the table, singing “Happy Birthday,” a cake between them.
It inspired me to think of grandmothers knitting in the afternoon, while sipping their low tea, men sitting in a group, talking about whatever men talk about, a cold beer in hand, adolescent girls performing manicures on each other, giggling and talking about boys, and a family, sitting down to dinner in the fresh, afternoon air.
Who would’ve thought a table and chairs had the power to inspire such images; to invoke such emotions, which I still feel as I type this.
Perhaps there is inspiration all around us.
Perhaps we don’t have to cultivate or chance upon it.
Perhaps inspiration already lives inside of us, waiting for us to make its acquaintance whenever we want.
I ask SouleMama forgiveness for not making this a wordless post.
If she knew me, she’d know this is almost impossible for me to do.
That said, this time, inspiration pleaded with me to give it a voice; to explain what it was about.
And what can I say?
There are some things I simply can’t resist.
When was the last time you made inspiration’s acquaintance?