Where does it come from?
Does it come from our own minds, hearts, and souls, or does it come from something else? Somewhere else?
I get most inspired when I’m walking. On walks (and, on the rare occasion I am not incessantly thinking about plans, projects, or relationships), I’m met with clarity. Even if it’s just for a moment, it’s a glimpse of pure reality — without the complex story I’ve placed on it. Just is-ness.
This is-ness transforms itself into inspiration, from time to time.
All of a sudden, when this happens, the is-ness goes from “no where to go, nothing to do” laid back chill happening, to this, omnipresent spark that suddenly lights up my whole being.
It’s 0 to 100 real quick.
The inspiration I’m met with comes with this act of surrender — letting the body settle, deeply, in order to experience the true magic that is inspiration.
It’s about allowing the mind chatter to subside, the stress to ease, and the storm inside the body to pass — at least for a little while. Only in that moment, when the calm has taken over more space than the storm, can inspiration move through.
Inspiration is an omnipotent resource, and something we have access to all the time. The only question is are we really listening?
