Wake up, and start doing.

I've long sought inspiration from one of my favorite blogs, and weekly reads, Zen Habits. I'll read each article; nod, agree, feel empowered...and then what? Nothing happens. Well, of course it doesn't, Lucy, you're the one that makes everything happen. I know, but where does inspiration become creation, and how do I make that push?

Emily Dickinson often relished that s p a c e  in between  things, and fed her verse with that ambiguity. Writing was not something she worked to produce. Certainly, it was work, but it flowed out of her, because she didn't question it, and she gave it space to continue flowing.

I feel like I give myself too much space, and at the same time, none at all. Making space for me. I've written about this before, but I suppose I have yet to understand what it means to truly have that space I crave. With all of the pressures and stresses of this transient time of life on my shoulders, I realize I've let myself take the back seat, and just fly on the whim of my anxieties.

What do you do when you have the knowledge and tools, but consciousness tricks you into leaving them dormant?

Zen Habits recommends trying one habit at a time, that one is more likely to stick than 5. So, here comes a shift in priorities, and the purposeful space I've been longing to give to myself. Let's try one habit that is composed of two activities: yoga and blogging. Not for anyone but myself. Go!

snowstorm

looking up the river today, there's no looking. an opaque whiteness comes and whips you into icy oblivion.

heat up the rooms with banana bread and savory bites. stew from yesterday's supper bubbles on the stove. ice freezes in patterns like i've never seen on the windows.

fire crackles while the wind howls, angrily, against the panes.

so, we'll sit, sing, and sip until the storm settles.

Inspiration by Ira

Thanks, Ira Glass, for this. I think we all need to hear it.