Inspiration is not always easy to put a finger on. It can come after reading a perfect piece of poetry, or after visiting an awe-inspiring art museum. Or it can arrive after a night of tossing and turning.
Last night was filled with nightmares about my mom's Alzheimer's, and with worries about my own future. I awakened needing relief from the darkness and intuitively I headed for the computer to a story I'd set aside a month ago. After half an hour of immersion, my mood lightened, the panic passed, and the day turned out rather well.
While I hope these "inspiration filled" nights are few and far between, I now know how to channel them into something positive that soothes my soul. (In the photo: my mom shares her cake with great grandson Connor.)
