Where does inspiration come from?
There are so many things I love, things I like, projects to begin (finish?) sometimes I just feel as if I am hanging fire…waiting for…something. What is it? I stood there leaning out of my window and looking at the moon and wondering why I felt so indecisive.
I drove to get gas today and hear a beautiful spanish guitar playing the Habanera from Carmen. I want to play guitar. I saw a drawing of a rabbit and I want to draw. I see a red umbrella and I want to get a red umbrella.
I see the trees beginning to bloom and I want to garden.
I see the strong beautiful woman at the gym and I want to get fit, exercise and wear a flower in my hair.
I came home to find my sister and my friend both taking advantage of the momentary break in the rain, sitting outside on the porch drinking wine and I want to throw my bag down and fill my glass.
I want to make borscht and cookies and deep fry something strange like ice cream or pickles.
I want to travel and meet an exotic handsome man with an accent I can barely understand.
I want to dye my hair pink and pierce my ears and run with my dog on the beach…
…..and watch the sun rise with a cappuccino by the duck pond.
I want to ride a bicycle uphill and get my motorcycle back on the road and volunteer and…I’m leaning out the window right now. I just don’t know where to start.
So, I’ll start with a drawing of a rabbit and go from there.