there were days where i used to inspire
i sought to inspire
i didn't know what the latin origin was
in (into) spirare (breathe)
because it all comes back to the breath.
i used to work a lot with 'youth groups'
i wasn't much older
and i loved being able to share, to provoke, to challenge
to unleash, to support, to dare, and to dream along side
these days i seek inspiration
i find i seek many things
things i used to know, things i always had with me
like getting older and losing your keys everyday
and finding them in the pocket you rarely use
i seek to be inspired
and i seek beyond my walls
expecting inspiration to be scrawled somewhere
where others would never look
and it'll glow ever so slightly, and i'll find myself back on the right track
the word was originally used of a divine or supernatural being,
in the sense ‘impart a truth or idea to someone'
i want truth
but truth is not supernatural by nature
not at all
quite the opposite
inspiration does come from a divine being
but with your head in the clouds, you'll never find them
sometimes we need to adjust our bifocals
a friend recently put me on to Emerson
i posted the quote
at one point it states
The power which resides in him is new in nature,
and none but he knows what that is which he can do,
nor does he know until he has tried.
inspire yourself. it's all there is at the end of the day.
to be better. to dig deeper. to heighten your own awareness of here and now.
to be present. to do the hard thing. to take it all on.
one at a time. piece by piece.
until you've built a castle.
i used to think i inspired those youth.
i realise, they inspired themselves.
i simply rode alongside reading the gps for them.
this was before Siri.
i inspire myself. i am my own divine being.
i can inspire greatness in myself.
because only i know what it looks like, feels like.
and how to extract it.
it all comes back to the breath.