A coolish campervan morning this morning. The hints of yesterdays rain remain and there is an early morning chill in the air. The sky a pale blue with very scattered thin cirrus clouds. Breath on air once more. There is a breeze with a sharp edge to it, but it brings with it freshness. I am already joined by robins and a couple of foraging blue tits, one of them hanging precariously upside down from a thinning oak twig. The light has an early morning golden hour tinge to it. The rat-a-tat-tat of a far off woodpecker, songbirds and of course my morning starlings fill the air. No sound from the commuter drone, though passing planes continue to invade the soundscape and the cloud has suddenly shifted to big grey cumulus speeding overhead, the light shifting and changing has they take charge. A chance to soak up the early morning atmosphere. Brain is a bit stuck this morning so looking for inspiration, which seems a good place to start, the hunt for inspiration. I love Susan Sontag :
“ Do stuff. be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. stay eager.”
Inspiration for me is about paying attention and the doing of inspiration rather than the waiting for inspiration. There is part of me that is still processing the creative exercises from a few days ago and looking at my box of crayons and what that looks like. I am also grateful these days to have the time to ponder such questions. The changes I have gone through to get to this place. This week it’s been quite stark to see the changes laid bare out in front of me from presenting, drumming, counsellor, box of crayons creator to the many guises I had before. I met up yesterday with some lovely old work colleagues, which took me back to my previous days and the former guises of myself there. Presenting me with the real contrasts to where I am now. The changes and shifts this morning feel really stark. The wonderful Maya Angelou wrote :
“ We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”
So this morning there is stuff around the proactive side of inspiration, paying attention, witnessing and being the shifts and changes, opening and once again being the box of crayons. Lovely days people.
“ I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.” Hermann Hesse.
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