A while back I had this delightful surprise in my inbox from a family member. I’ve been meaning to share it with you, gracious reader.
The Artist
A tribute to a dying day
was hung upon the wall.
In a hallowed spot it caught the
thought of every passer by.
A common sight, familiar light
held motionless in time.
Color put to canvas
brought to life by the artist hand.
-Carol Conlin
Until we put to work our thoughts and play with the abstract, or real, we just won’t realize how much power we each have within ourselves to create beautiful things; with words, with paint, with pencil, with music, with ingredients, with car parts, with light, even with our very own breathe. If we can create something as miraculous as a human being within ourselves, think of the possibilities! And if we were to merge together and share single, amazing talents, think of how much more beautiful our worlds would be. There’s an eternity of unknown, and if we don’t get crackin’, we won’t have time to discover even half of it.
Inspiration in itself is what fuels discoveries, capabilities…we have a responsibility to do our part to inspire and to be inspired, every chance we get. Now, break!
08/03/2009 at 3:24 pm Permalink
I love your essay on inspiration and creativity. I think it is the best essay you have written. Being creative is part of our spiriturality. I hope you will continue to paint and write. Your words are inspiring to me. I am also glad you included the poem at the beginnig of this post. I hope you will post poems that inspire you in the future. It would just feel good to read them and your commentary.