I’ve sworn off goals, and have even sworn off that thing that people do now instead of goals–choosing a word to guide their year. Today I’m changing my mind on that because a word recently grabbed my heart. A word that is tossed around but doesn’t get the respect or ponderance that it deserves.
Everyone has felt inspired at some point in their lives but just today I realized that inspiration is the definition of being in the flow. That place where everything else melts away and you are in the moment. The place where, whatever you’re doing, you feel like you could do it forever, where everything feels right in your world, in your being.
Just thinking about times when I’ve felt inspired I can feel the sense of liveliness that I experienced. Maybe it’s walking around an art show and seeing work that touches me, or sparks an idea. Seeing rich colors or textures. Being on a hike, away from everything where the air is clear and there’s no buzzing cells towers or wifi interfering with my brain waves.
Think of a time when you felt inspired. You know what I’m talking about. But then we come home, plop ourselves in our chairs or in front of the TV and the inspiration flees. Or, you get home and sit down to create and you go blank. What just happened? You left the present moment and became unaware. Unconscious. Maybe you started thinking about everything you have to do, or things in the past. You let yourself become distracted.
To be inspired, you must be in the present moment. It sounds so simple but it is easier said than done. And for most of us it sounds so … whatever. It has taken me years to grasp what that means. You have to be ready for it. Sometimes it comes in a flash, other times, not so much. It is where I want to live and, if you ever try it for a while, you’ll understand why. I envy people who seem to be able to live in that place. I have to remember that I can live there too…I just have to train myself to get back to that child-like place until it is natural for me again.
So, my word, my mantra: Inspiration. Being fully present in the moment, seeking inspiration in everything. Everything. A flower, the mess on my desk, the kids hanging off my back, the floor that is peeling in the studio and costing me another $1,000. To be with it and open to it. Let it be what it is and soak it in. Those things may not spark a great work of art, but being fully conscious with them keeps the heart open, and when your heart is open, that is when creativity flows.
The second you bring yourself out of it (and it is NOT easy to stay in that place, but gets easier the more you train your brain to return to it) you can feel it. You can feel the difference between being in the flow and the dull, deadened feeling when it passes. I have to remind myself that I can always come back to it, and that is the beauty of presence. It is always there. It is all that is there.
Inspiration. Think about it. Be with it. Give it the reverence it deserves.