When we are no longer inspired, we are, to a degree, expired.
Lately, I’ve not felt the creative inspiration I did in my less sleep deprived days. Why? In part because in the necessary day to day I forget to look for it! And yet, it is everywhere. In the butterfly taking wing, in a child’s smile, in the snowflake…even in the dance of the dust particles in front of a bright window.
Creativity is spiritual. The very roots of the words reveal it, and indeed I am convinced that part of our being made in our Creator’s image is, having as part of our being a desire to create. Creativity is a tell-tale sign of sprit that separates us from robots and animals.
Take a deep breath! Inspirare!