Where does inspiration come from?
It can be a fleeting idea,
A word or phrase that lights me up
And I want to become the explorer
of my own inner terrain.
It happens in solitude
And when I’m out in nature.
I feel most connected to
The wisdom of my heart.
Beauty always surrounds me,
Even in the mundane and hard times.
I just have to be willing
And open to see it.
When I connect to my heart and breath,
I feel I am taking an active role in my life.
I’m not getting carried away by the rushing tide
of emotions and circumstance.
In that moment, the magic happens.
I no longer have to struggle.
I can literally go with the flow.
Again, I return to the explorer within,
Who recognizes the difficulty in truly letting go
With surrender and vulnerability.
There is peace and ultimate freedom
To find creative solutions,
To take a beat before I react,
And to connect to my inner wisdom.
How does inspiration and the sacred come to you?