Inspired

Inspiration is everywhere.  I see it when I look out the window and see the wind blowing through the leaves of a tree, or hear the birds singing.  It's there when the cardinal lands and takes a bath in the puddle from the thunderstorm that just rolled through, the music of the storm lulling me with it's rumble.  It's in the laughter of my son, and the feel of my little dogs fur against my feet as he lays under my desk and I write. 

I write, and that is it's own inspiration.  Just the act of putting words on the screen, the feel of my fingers dancing across the keyboard and knowing that they are creating scenes with that simple action.  It's really amazing to me that such a small act can do such huge things.  It can bring us pleasure, it can teach us about the past, or the future.  It can even make us sad about things that happened around us, or hundreds of years ago.  I love that feeling of knowing that so many people before me did exactly the same thing, and their words can be found even now. 

When you have inspiration, it doesn't need to be applied to the writing - it's just there.  You couldn't keep it from your words if you tried.  Our writing is a part of us, and our inspirations make us who we are, so to ask if your inspiration guides your writing style is really not the question.  The question, really, is...do you write?  Because if you do, then you are inspired, and you can only be inspired by..well, by the things that you surround yourself with and that inspire you. 

I feel that it boils down to just this - you write because you are a writer.  Inspiration or not, writers find it within them to sit down and put words to paper.  Inspiration or not noticing the inspiration can slow the process down, but if you are a writer, then eventually you will have to get out all those thoughts that crowd your head and fight for existence.

Coffee Cup

The lovely white ceramic coffee cup, half filled with creamer laden coffee, sat contentedly on the brown veneer of its owners desk.  Now and again, it experienced the giddy sensation of being lifted, warm lips caressing its edge before it settled against the surface once more.  If it could sigh, it would, warm and proudly displayed as it were.

But wait...what was this?  A..neighbor?  The clear plastic surface was deceiving somehow, distorting the vision of the clear water with lemon held within.  Immediately the odd, rippling appearance led the handmade ceramic cup to be distrustful.  Sure, on the surface it seemed that everything was out in the open, nothing in the way to conceal any tricks.  But if you looked closer, it would make your eyes swim..if you had them.  Who knew what was really there behind the illusion.

If coffee cups could sniff, the white ceramic mug would, feeling superior to this large plastic abomination.  Useful, common, but where was the design.  No, it couldn't compete with the beauty of the mug itself.  Despite the fact that it could hold more, could it hold such a variety of liquids?  How about hot liquid?  No, the mug was both beauty and utility.  The ugly duckling next door couldn't compete on any level. 

Lifted from the desk once more, the mug turned its attention to its owner.  What, it would say if it were able, were you thinking?  Why would you choose to use something so offensive when you could surround yourself with objects of beauty such as myself?  There is no need, it would advise, to settle for something that doesn't fill you with joy just because you think you need it.  No, look further.  Find beauty and service both within and for yourself!

Biography of Trish Townsend

Trisha Townsend has one foot in this realm, and one foot in the other.  She has practiced shamanic journeywork and healing for over 10 years, is a Reiki Master, a hypnotherapist and a spirit speaker.

Using these various techniques, her goal is to allow her clients to explore their inner landscape, learning about themselves and putting into practice their power as creators of their own lives.