I’ve been inspired thousands of times in my life. It seems like with that many moments of inspiration, I should be walking around forever inspired. I’m not. In order for that to happen I would need a constant stream of new influences and arousals. It’s what I began seeking in addiction. Even now, seeking sobriety and sanity, that sounds awesome. Knowing that in every moment change is happening and newness is intrinsic, all could be different all the time. The ability to experience every moment for what it is, a brand new one, would theoretically provide me constant inspiration. Hmmm, I’m not even close. I mean not even a little bit. Haha! It does make sense though, and the book Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse makes even more sense with that line of thought. I can even see the similarities between seeking release in addictions and seeking enlightenment. Sounds nuts but read the book and you may find you agree. Since I’ve got a long way to go before I’ve awakened to the present with 100% of me 100% of the time, I thought I’d describe some things that inspire me… every so often at least.
People inspire me. People who try new things. People who fail because they tried new things. People who celebrate and share their successes with joy. People who cry. People who dance. People who hug. People who work hard and keep working hard. People who refuse to make excuses. People who sing. People who pray for other people. People who scream at God and glorify God in the same sentence. People who find themselves paralyzed by fear and then somehow begin to move again. People who don’t know and ask how or why or what or when. In a nutshell, children inspire me and people who continue to show their own imperfect, childlike humanity inspire me. They inspire me because in them I am assured that I am not alone. I am never alone.
Water inspires me. I am calmed and refreshed in water. I have never been able to describe the feeling completely because it’s not just a morning shower eye opener. It creates a complete change inside me. It doesn’t matter what my mood, water will lift it. I’m sure there are exceptions but so far I haven’t really found any. I can be extremely depressed, feel completely worthless and out of hope and within a minute of jumping in a pool I have some new energy and life in me. My thinking becomes extremely clear when I swim or dive I goal set and sort out things that have weighed heavy on my heart. I pray and I am grateful in water. Water is forever in motion and surrounds me completely when I’m immersed. I’m comforted by water’s power and presence and feel safe in being myself.
Dance inspires me. Not only is dancing entertaining and beautiful to watch, it breaks down barriers between and within people that would otherwise remain solid. There doesn’t need to be any other connection than that of human movement for two people to share in laughter, competition, tension, love, and companionship. Dance gives us that gift. It also gives me the ability to open my heart and let out whatever I have to give. Thankfully my heart is usually joy filled, but even in tough times dancing helps me release what’s inside. It’s exhilarating and completely freeing. I can be me and show myself to other people with only the slight risk that they might think I’m a bit spastic. I’ll take it.