Spontaneous Inspiration

     Sometimes, being a person and feeling the crazy shift in feelings that we people feel is great. Going from zero to insanely inspired is a beautiful thing and I believe that it's a significant miracle. Though as I write this, aren't all miracles significant? Of course...I just think we don't often see them for what they are. I'll blog about that another day.
     I've been noticing inspiration so much more in my daily life. The thing that I noticed is that more often than not, it comes screaming out of nowhere and hits the person square in the face. It's fantastic.
     I saw spontaneous inspiration happen on a street corner in downtown Tulsa this past weekend. I watched in awe as a grown man and my two kids were absolutely creatively inflamed by a group of street musicians. I loved the light in their eyes and the animated way in which they spoke to the band members. I loved seeing the connection between strangers. I loved the crazy energy that stuck with the 3 of them for the rest of the night. They were inspired. It was beautiful.
     I love getting texted pictures of amazing typography that my friend suddenly does at work in the middle of the night.I love it when that friend shows me new art books or a new project; he is alive and in the act of celebrating that fact. I love when my long distance foodie friend comes up with mind blowing culinary ideas. Yesterday, we texted about grilled cheese and how to make it extraordinary. I thought...and talked...about grilled cheese for the rest of the evening. Thinking about cheese and bread can actually set my brain on fire. I love that.
     I am fascinated in all the things and all the ways in and by which a person can be moved. This past Saturday, I did my first hike with 3 beautiful and extraordinary women. I am still so touched by the experience. Being out in nature and climbing over and around scary, dirty, pointy stuff brings these women to life! You wanna see art? That's art! Watching a strong, confident woman negotiate a trail with the threat of a wild thing coming out of a bush and biting her on the butt, is the same as viewing any masterpiece. Take that, Picasso.
     I saw inspiration yesterday as I watched my church leaders address the world from Salt Lake City. The leaders were inspired. The worldwide audience was inspired, and once again, there was that mad connection that is a blessing to see.
     I love that inspiration strikes exactly when we need it, as it can completely change our mood. I loved driving down the turnpike and feeling inspired to write a blog post about inspiration. And I want you to know that as I sit here in my pajamas, huddled up under a blanket, with my wretched little crapbombing dog at my feet, I feel excited and happy. In this moment, words are my best friend.
     What inspires you? Art? Music?: Animals? Dance? Food? Gluten free cooking? Car races? Essential oils? Knitting? Physical exertion? Clothing? Make up? Numbers? What is it? What sets your brain on fire and makes your heart beat faster? What is that thing that momentarily makes you forget that your boss is an assclown and your car payment is late? Identify that thing and do it. A lot. You owe it to yourself; you owe it to the people who love you.
We are our best self when we are inspired.