in·spi·ra·tion ˌinspəˈrāSHən/ noun 1. the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative.


Sunset in a forestI have been in search of inspiration lately. I feel as if I have lost my creative spark.  I am not sure if inspiration is something you can actually look for, and find…or if it has to come to you. Like a gift.
Writer Jack London said, “You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.”  I find that visual to be a tad bit barbaric. I picture a big burly lumberjack type person stomping through the woods with a club, sweeping the brush aside. When thinking about the places I usually find inspiration, a gentler hand would be necessary.

I am inspired by nature.  Sitting quietly while the wind rustles through the trees.  Watching a sunset. Listening to the birds welcome a new morning. I am inspired by connection. A gentle touch. A warm hug. An intimate conversation. Quality time with good friends. I am inspired by music. The soothing tones of an acoustic folk song. Lyrics that speak to my soul. Well blended harmonies. Sometimes something a little harder with a strong driving beat.


Well Jack, I must admit, I think I have been waiting for inspiration to fall into my lap. I haven’t written anything in ages. I open up my computer, stare at my blog, and nothing comes. In the past, words would just flow out of my fingers. I use to hear poems in my head and I would race to the keyboard to get them down. Now, I not only have nothing to say, I can’t even make up interesting things to say!


I think I may have to take Jack London’s “club” approach after all. All those things that usually inspire me….look out.
Nature? Birds? Tree’s?
Friends who hug me? Talk to me?
All my favorite CD’s?
I’m coming after you. Possibly with a club.