It is interesting to me how different people are inspired. For example my brother has a very different brain than I. He is a engineer and I an artsy. I am very visual in the sense of balance and color. I am inspired greatly by color especially the colors found in nature. In early sobriety I recall the first time I was really aware of the color blue all around me in the sky. I was in awe of this color and could not believe I had never noticed it before. Inspired. My heart filled. I will never forget that feeling. In the fall when the light changes with the color of the leaves I could easily sit and stare for hours in awe of the colors. The crisp reds, yellows and oranges. In summer when the grass and trees are vivid green with that blue sky backdrop I am moved again and again. Flowers in the many shapes and endless hues seem as though out of a fairy tale. I only need to be present to see it all.
This gift of seeing the beauty that is all around me is one of my favorites in recovery. Although on those winter days when the snow is gone, the plants are leafless and the sky is gray it can have a great impact on me as well. I guess it is what makes me appreciate the beautiful days that much more.
So today, on this less than saturated day I will look for new inpirations. The art of others perhaps. The museum in Princeton maybe. A song. A book. Always a meeting. Whatever it takes to fuel up the tank.
How are you inspired?
3 comments:
Wow, chica. This is exactly what I experienced in early recovery. I was about 10 months sober and had just moved from California to Ohio. I was overcome by the fall colors; something my sober brain simply had never seen before. I brought my paint supplies out to the front porch. My in laws probably thought I was crazy, but I will never forget that day.
I am inspired by words, nature, things that have beauty even if worn and old. There is something inspirational about just about everything.
I am inspired to write by people like you. So happy your are here. And writing. xxoo
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