I love the way morning light sneaks its way into the house through the kitchen window, turning some of the most ordinary objects into charms. I'm beginning to feel that inspiration streams into my life in much the same way, except that it doesn't come at the same time or place. It waits to see how I feel.
In Big Magic, author Elizabeth Gilbert writes, "Every time you express a complaint about how difficult and tiresome it is to be creative, inspiration takes another step away from you, offended." I think inspiration does pass us by in those instances, but I see it as a wave, an energetic frequency that cannot be offended. It just can't present itself to me if I'm transmitting something (and somewhere) else.
One statement Gilbert makes that I completely agree with, "I believe that enjoying your work with all your heart is the only truly subversive position left to take as a creative person these days." That is the frequency I need to reach, in order to get swept up in inspiration's flow. No whining, no excuses.
I'm making note of the mundane acts and items that I have to deal with, just to keep my physical body, mind and spirit humming, and take care of them for my creative self. She needs an assistant!
I want inspiration to find me ready and waiting, as though it was the most ordinary thing for me to do, every day.