Did the title of my post get Peter Cetera stuck in your brain? Do any of you feel like you’re at a bad dance in a gym somewhere and you’re almost tempted to go see if someone is crying in the bathroom? I hope so.
Anyway. It’s been awfully quiet around here, hasn’t it?
But that’s okay, because sometimes the only way for us to find inspiration is to sit and listen. To be quiet and patient. To give voice to those parts of us we have made quiet for too long, and to give rest to those other parts we’ve been running ragged.
Funny what we find when we do this. We find inspiration where we may least expect it:
in the quiet moments, when we are normally not very quiet
in the sounds of the ocean at sunset, rather than in all its sunshine glory
in a best friend, who can see through all your armor (photo by Ashley)
in slowly learning to unkink the inner loops, when they are so full of knots (photo by Kari)
in the coasts of California, which are so easy to take for granted
in carefully placed, beautifully written words, even though they may take more time than images or movies or songs
in listening to ourselves, no matter how hard it is, because it’s the best thing we can do
and in shutting up and letting our cameras say what they need to, just like we should with any good friend
I have so enjoyed seeing what inspires everyone else these past few weeks. It’s been colorful and happy and bright and super fun. It’s actually brought me a lot of inspiration when inspiration has, truthfully, been lacking. I’ve been in a verbal mood lately, and since I tend to blurt a lot more on my tumblr and be a little more outrageous there, it’s gotten most of my attention. Here I am more careful and considered, a little calmer. Not as wild and funny, that’s for sure. It’s like the two halves of my brain. Anyway, seeing all your inspiration has inspired me to try and balance the two again. Thank you, mash-uppers!
Don’t forget to check out the lovely girl who follows me, Oh, Mishka. She’ll be posting tomorrow.