A million stars in an empty sky, orange leaves on a full tree that will soon fall and die, a person who writes of reaching beyond oneself, and creating a fuller life. A person who leaves the mad rush behind to live a basic life, of contentment, meaning, contribution and beauty.
What touches us, what moves us, what makes us peaceful, what makes us cry ? Inspiration, this is , or a place deep inside, where the manic mind quietens and a simpler us remains.
When we feel the breeze threw us and into the trees, when children make faces and burst in laughter, when a ballerina bows in grace, or a firefighter saves lives, our soul is humbled and we bow too – to the wonder of life, to the joys of creation, to a world of beauty and meaning, or being and giving.
Is this inspiration ? When the fear, the worry, the past and the future cease to be. When this breath, this moment, and our awe in it, is really all there is.
Could I hold this moment forever and alas the very thought of capture chases it away.
To ourselves be true.
Can one simplify life so much ?
If we start small, and do those things we truly love everyday, if we care enough to make space for our true joys into our lives, they will become habits. The joy will become a habit.
Inspiration will become part of our lives.