I have been needing a fix of inspiration elixer, I have tried rest, I have tried prayer, I have tried excercise, I have tried a new painting class, I have tried baths…and they are all building together, but I am just not sure what it truly is that brings inspiration.
The combination of most, but one thing that has brought a zing is COLOUR!
This new book is so juicy and full of inspiration…
It has unlocked something that nothing else has been able to release.
So what is it about inspiration, is it the season you are in, what is going on in your circumstances that needs to be stimulated, I am not sure.
But It sure feels nice, to be back in some sort of zone which is fresh and unique!
Do everything
Love as much as you can it may hurt but it helps you grow.
Give all you have…
You may be poor but you will always be content.
Always forgive.
Your heart cannot afford not to.
Teach what you know and learn what you don’t.
Stay open to all.
Maybe we should do the dishes more if this wisdom can be now found on tea towels.
I have been staying away from writing in a time of holidays, rest and reflection. I recieved some feedback and also wanted to really work out why I was writing.
I am not keen on filling cyber space with words that truly do nothing than waste time and money. I didnt want to write again until I really had something to say.
I am not sure if I truly do, but a quote in a book that I am studying at the moment really challenged me, so I thought I would share.
Its random, true to my form, but if your reading this, then I am thinking you might be still with me…
‘How things taste is one of the most difficult of things to put into words…’
There is something that I have tasted, that is so difficult to put into words. So often I feel like my attempt to express creativity or inspiration is so limited by the ability to express the inexpressable.
How do you paint a picture of something that is Inconceivable?
A longing, a heartfelt cry to utter something that will convey the taste of the goodness that I have tasted.
Our world is so full of pain and suffering. To hear of a child dying in the slum that we were in last October of starvation, the fire ravaged northern parts of Victoria and the friends who are one by one loosing their jobs.
Contrasted with the hug from my niece as she finds me in the midst of a picnic, as we sit together and share a stick of sherbert. The simplicity of a hot summer wind as we watch an outdoor movie together.
Taste and see that the Lord is good. Sounds so cliche in the midst of such crazy times.
I have had quite a chilling week in the land of my next book. Kym lost some of the photos when her hard drive crashed and truthfully I gave up. I lost the battle…
Then I heard this quote today on church. The shadow tried to take over…
I chatted with phil about my feeling of hopelessness regarding this project and he told me a story of a man, who spoke his own book word for word, because he was paralysed and couldn’t write. It took him a whole year to record the twenty tapes ready for publishing, then in a tragic accident someone ruined all of the tapes on the way to the typist!
Phil said that when asked about the loss of his life work, the author said oh well it only means I have a chance to make it better.
I need to find that sort I robustness in the shadow, because finding the strength to take something from an idea to an actual action is tiring.
