June 8, 2010: Seeking Inspiration and What I Have Found
As I said in my last post, I am in the process of filling my creative well. The past few days, I have been thinking about what on earth I can share with others when I am in this space.
What I am finding is this: When we set out on a journey to seek inspiration, it’s amazing to realize that Life constantly breathes into itself in the most simple and exquisite ways. All we have to do is be open and aware and let it in.
Like this morning, for example, when I woke up to the sound of soft rain and morning birds outside our bedroom window. The alarm went off at 6:00, but I floated on the sound of the rain for the next hour.
Then I came up to my Treehouse, sat down on the floor next to the open door to be as close to the falling rain as I could without getting wet, and paged through some old journals to find a quote I was looking for about energy creating energy. I didn’t find the quote, but I did find some other little nuggets within the pages:
The truth of this quote is extraordinary. I recently went to a talk by Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche at the Shambhala Center in Minneapolis. Sitting down to meditate has always been an elusive practice for me because of the constant energy that moves through my body. I just cannot sit–I need to move. Since the beginning of my time on Earth, this has been the case.
At one point, when someone asked what to do with the thoughts that endlessly stream through our minds, he said, “Why not meditate on your thoughts then?” And in that moment, I wanted to jump up and hug that man sitting there in his orange robe. Because this I can do. Following my thoughts around on paper is the very practice that has enriched my life.
I wrote this last week while I was at the beach with Oliver and Lucy. That morning I had been scrambling to find “something” to do, which seems preposterous on a beautiful summery day in a city rife with beaches and parks. We ended up riding our bikes along the parkway–Oliver on his “big boy” bike and me pulling Lucy in the Chariot.
We arrived at the beach around 10:00. No one was there. Oliver sat on a small dock “fishing” with seaweed and Lucy waded in the water near him, looking for water bugs.
I sat nearby with my journal, realizing as I wrote that it is within the unstructured spaces, when we stop pushing, pushing, pushing against Time, when we are in a space of be-ing, that the simple gifts of life can come over and wrap themselves around us and remind us that right here, right now is everything.