Why am I having such a difficult time with the word, with the concept? Why do I seem to be lacking the inspiration to tackle the essence of inspiration?
Today is the second Tuesday of the month, the day upon which our blogging group, By Invitation Only, discusses/examines/waxes (in many of the exceedingly talented members hands) poetic on a subject we all agree is interesting and sometimes challenging. To see what other members have to say, please click here for the list and the links.
|Pure inspiration, n'est-ce pas?|
Perhaps I cannot precisely explain an inspiration, but to paraphrase a cliche, I know one when I see it.
In other words we must pause, consider, reflect when breathing in the shimmering, sometimes elusive possibilities of inspiration. It is in those moments that the intangible transforms into the possible. It seems to me these are often the instants in life when we are somehow -- and it's all quite mystifying -- given a glimpse into the true meaning of magic. Some might say, a God-like communion in some instances. Inspiration is the catalyst for creativity and admiration which can then lead us on to hope, joy, tolerance, compassion, kindness, generosity, beauty, love and perhaps the fulfillment of a dream.
|A tiny corner of our garden in early spring.|
France, the way it transforms one's life can only be described as pure inspiration. I'll stop now, but I think in a future post I'll re-examine why France is inspiration.