{imagine.create.become} day 31 of my inspiration project

It’s the last day of my 31 day inspiration project. I have been sitting quietly at my desk, catching up on emails, paperwork and  phone calls- everything that piled up over the past two days that I was off sick (it piles up so quickly believe me), and in foothills of the mountain that I am sitting in front of, I can’t help but be thankful that every day this month I was able to find something to inspire me. Even in the most difficult and darkest times in my life, I have been able to do this. In fact, this is why I wrote this:

We must find the beauty in the darkest of days,
find laughter in the deep silence of the soul
to truly understand the great gift that this life
brings to us each and every ordinary day.

I wrote it to remind myself that every day, it is possible. It is possible to imagine, to create and to become. Those words together, imagine.create.become , I have adopted as a kind of mantra. I adopted them years ago in fact after receiving gift of a silver bracelet with those words stamped on the band. It is possible each day to tune in and be inspired. It is possible to find something that moves you, evokes some emotional response (from happy to furious), that makes you comfortable or very uncomfortable. The what isn’t good or bad – what is important is that it pushes you out of your seat, pokes at your brain, makes you think, makes you start to see the world from a different angle, triggers a spark in you that allows you to be creative and express something.

Someone once said to me a long while ago: “I am not creative – I can’t paint or draw or write or dance or play an instrument or sing.” I will say now what I said then (and have said many times to different people since). Being creative, being inspired, does not have to result in picking up a paint brush or a guitar or a pen. I know some amazing people who are artists with a blow torch, a wrench, a computer keyboard and so many other traditionally “unartistic” things. What does it really mean to be inspired? Does it have to be only about art? Why limit yourself? Why limit your thinking?

When I am allowing myself to become inspired by something – it isn’t necessarily to do anything traditionally ‘artistic’. Instead, for me, it is allowing myself to become more open to something new, even just for a few moments, in such a way that I may just have the opportunity to experience the world in a new way. That direct experience, and its expression through my own eyes, fingers, voice… that’s what makes inspiration have meaning for me.It is also what pushes me to share it.

Now that the month is over, I have thirty-one little pebbles jingling around in my pockets to remind me as I walk on.

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{imagine.create.become} day 29 & 30

Been out with the flu the past couple of days but am on the mend now I think… I didn’t want to miss posting the inspiration from the time I’ve spent resting and essentially doing nothing (which is very hard for me to do) I did read a bit in between sleeping and came across this passage by Deng Ming Dao about views:

Red sea through pine lattice.
Islands kneel like vassals before headlands.
Rain clouds snag on coastal ridges.
Yarrow stands spectral in the lighthouse beam.
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“our view of any one subject if it is large, is never whole but is a composite image in our minds…”

I would also say that this is true of small and medium sized ‘things’ too… Everything depends on the view to be ‘known’ and even then what do you really know?

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{imagine.create.become} day 28

 

bad wolf.

Lately, my daughters have become flashed with Dr. Who. I will admit, I am thrilled. You see, I grew up with the Doctor (original Doctor with the beautiful long scarf that I so wanted to have as my own) but for whatever reason – never made the time to watch the new series, at least not often. It wasn’t until I went to see an old friend at the beginning of this year – he and I watched a lot of season five almost that week… and well obviously I was hooked again. I have been talking with my girls since about watching the series… but it is impossible to rent the dvd’s. We tried to no avail.. instead we had to resort to buy them… but just before we did – Space started show them from the beginning of season 1 – which is how my daughters became hooked. Whooo. Tonight we watched the season finale of season 1… the Daleks vs. the Doctor. My youngest declared that the Daleks are a bunch of grade 8 girls (it’s ok – she’s in gr. 8 and knows what she’s talking about)… Rose and the Doctor… the bad wolf. The inspiration today is a speech that Rose gives when the Doctor sends her home and she is sitting in the diner with her mum and Mickey. The Doctor taught her how to live each day – not to sit and do nothing, let life happen – instead he showed her a different way – to do something, fight for what you believe in, stand up and be heard. It’s like a bloody kick to the chest but it’s true. There are moments when you just have to stand up and be heard.

There’s that – and also a quote of Deng Ming Dao that is sticking in my head. He wrote once about how vomiting is an action of the human body that allows you to be completely present, in the moment. When you throw up, you can’t be anywhere else.

Today – both of these concepts inspire me…. thought quite honestly I could do without the vomiting.

{imagine.create.become} day 27

I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.
~ James Thurber

 

Today my inspiration comes from being complicated. 🙂

excerpt: Cora’s birthday

Cora opened the side door of the house and stood on the grey concrete porch. The steps were wet from the rain overnight and the street was quiet. She closed the door behind her, listened for the click of the lock before stepping down. Signs of spring sprinkled down with the rain. Somewhere up in the branches, sparrows were singing to each other and the snow had melted completely off the driveway. Cora’s midnight blue car sat in the driveway. She walked around it to stand in the front yard. Cora looked up at the windows facing the street. Each one was dark. She nodded to herself. She had not forgotten to turn off the lights up in the girls’ rooms after all. She pulled her cell phone out of the pack. Just past 7:30am. They were still asleep at their father’s apartment. The house was empty. Cora knelt down to retie one shoe; purple and white Sauconys that she bought two weeks ago and broke in. They were comfortable. Her pack shifted on her back when she bent forward. The top of it nudged her in the back of the head. Cora tied her shoe and straightened. The pack weighed exactly 18 lbs. Some food, supplies, cameras, extra batteries and minimal clothing; she didn’t need more. The streetlights flickered and turned off. The sun was rising.

Cora looked down the street to the roundabout at the end. No one was awake yet. She fell asleep the night before with the question that niggled its way under her skin, boring its way through her brain like a worm: “What if one day, I just started walking…” Cora woke up with it dancing in her mind. She dreamed in the night that she was walking down an empty highway. The asphalt was black and the dividing lines startlingly yellow. Farmers’ fields on either side, Cora walked alone, never seeing a single soul. When she woke up in the morning, Cora showered and got dressed. She made coffee, ate breakfast, washed the dishes. She turned on her laptop and checked for email. Nothing interesting; a handful of other notices. No personal mail. Five requests for help. Cora deleted everything and turned off the laptop. She straightened the pile of books her oldest daughter had left on the coffee table. She wrote a note to them both and left it tucked underneath the pile. She checked the front door to make sure it was locked. The deadbolt rattled when Cora shook the door. She avoided looking at the collage of family photos on the wall. It had been a year but she still could not bear to take it down. Smiling faces. How she could not have known what was really going on behind those dark brown eyes? It stabbed her through the heart each time.

Cora climbed the stairs to her bedroom again and rummaged in the closet. She found the black backpack wedged between the water fountain her mother gave her two summers ago and the dress that Cora’s grandmother wore at her 50th anniversary party twenty years ago. Cora frowned as she checked the pack out. It would do. She filled the backpack. Cora checked her phone again for the time. The battery was full. Her daughters would call her later. They were with him for the week. She set the phone down beside her on the bed, face down, then she changed her mind and slipped it into the front pocket of the pack. It was the first week in sixteen years that she had been away from them at all. Her heart ached. When the pack was full, Cora put it on her back and stepped on the scales to check the weight. She put her shoes on and tied them. She checked the locks on the doors once more and then left through the side door.

It smelled like spring; that raw, earthy, pungent smell of the soil after rain. In another few weeks the daffodils and tulips would show up. Cora pulled the straps on the pack tighter under her arms so it hugged her back. The sparrows flitted over her head, swooping down and around the corner of the house. Cora watched them disappear into the back yard as she stepped out into the street. Puddles lined the gutters. Cora saw her reflection in one that faced north. She turned and walked in the opposite direction.
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note: this was a story that almost wasn’t. It’s still being written… this is just a short excerpt.

{imagine.create.become} day 25

Today my inspiration comes from reading… to be more specific from reading my friend Stephen Hopson’s new book “Obstacle Illusions”.  I started reading last night, and then finished reading the entire book this afternoon. The last chapter of the book made me tear up. There were other stories that made seeing the words on the page a challenge because of the tears. I don’t want to give any of it away – I encourage you to buy his book and read the stories for yourself.

What I can tell you is – Stephen relates interesting, inspiring and moving stories about his life in each chapter, demonstrating how he has overcome obstacles in his personal life. I found the stories engaging, and I liked the way he spoke about the people in his life who helped to shape the person he is today. It is hard not to be inspired by someone who refuses to be limited by anyone or anything, regardless of the situation at hand. He reminded me, as I was reading, that anything is possible and trusting your instinct is paramount.
There is much more that I could say right now, talk about what has sparked in me after reading his book, but instead, I am just going sit here smiling and let things percolate. I can “see” something that his words have inspired for me. When it’s ready I will share. Thank you Stephen for the gift of your words and for sharing about your life.

🙂

{imagine.create.become} day 22, 23, 24

…. pay it forward

I took an unscheduled break over the past three days to work on the Pay It Forward project that I started in January. I am almost completely finished the 11 gifts that I made for people who ‘signed up’ for it. The inspiration for these past three days has been solidly sitting with the concept of doing something kind for someone else, without a thought of getting anything in return, and with each of these 11 people themselves as I created something special for each individual.

It has been a lot of fun to sit with each person and pairing them with a piece of artwork, knitting, jewelry, photography or poetry that might be something that they like. Oh, and by sit, I mean, I sit and meditate/ contemplate what it is they might like, based on what I know of them. I have enjoyed the entire process. Each person has inspired me. That’s my gift to myself.

I can’t help but think now to how something seemingly innocuous as a status someone posted on Facebook (and it’s also happened to me on Twitter as well, or other places – brief sparks) can inspire something much bigger in a person. Creating something by hand for someone else, whatever that might be – can not only make that person’s day brighter, but your own as well. I haven’t even given the gifts yet and I am feeling happier having completed them. It’s simple. Kindness doesn’t have to be complicated.

This is just a glimpse of some of the gifts… a tease really. The project really was so much fun, I might consider doing it again sometime in the future. Once everyone has received their gift, I will post proper photos of each one just for fun.