This topic has been rattling around in my head for months. Maybe even a year now. It intrigues me. It fascinates me. It is impartial and available to any one. It does not discriminate. It does pick favorites. It cannot be controlled. It happens when it wants, how it wants, where it wants. And yet it is unnervingly personal and intimate.The act of being inspired is communal. However our personal response is ours alone.
What inspires you may have minimal affect on me. And even if we both were inspired by the same thing there are hundreds of way we may each chose to respond. The same poem may inspired on to write, one to sing, one to paint, one to sew, one to bake break, and one to express affection to a loved one.
"My kitchen is a mystical place, a kind of temple for me. It is a place where the surfaces seem to have significance, where the sounds and odors carry meaning that transfers from the past and bridges to the future." Pearl Bailey
I am continually inspired by this quote. What is your response? Does it inspire you?