You Feeling It?

I like the way it feels when I'm inspired. 

Inspiration can for me take on many forms -  

like for instance the BLUE MOON occasion when I feel inspired to clean my house.  

Savoring the way hot water suds feel, the smell of clorox wipes and the magic eraser's power. 

(which I'm convinced is really magic)  

Because, at that moment, the world will not go on unless my kitchen is spotless.  

Or on occasion when I actually WANT to cook...

 I feel like an artist - it may not taste good, 

but I will have been inspired, and it will look pretty!

You can't always wait to feel it though--

at least that's the antithesis that must be stated to add validity. 

There are things we have to robotically do whether we feel it or not. 

Pay bills, work, wake up with crying teething babies, pack diaper bags,

take kindergarteners to school, buy new tires un-expectantly... argg.

But to feel it? To act on a flame that ignites and propels us 

to think, smile, move, dance, sing, love, write, run, breathe deeply--it's so different. 

A short burst of inspiration, feeling, passion - 

it can accomplish more than hours of robotic output.

 And when you feel it--deeply--the product is undoubtedly more glorious.

I find myself feeling that Come Alive-ness more often now. 

I don't know if it's age or experience or perhaps conditioning...

seeking out a hit of inspiration wherever and whenever I can find it.
Because I know what it feels like to have it...
and I want more of it. 

It's why I have late night impromptu dance parties with Ailey, 

drive around the block AGAIN to see the Christmas lights, 

blister myself on a hot glue gun to create something special,  

go crazy over trying to make our space cozy, 

or close my eyes and almost cry when I see someone perform on stage....

 I feel inspired by it.

Out of that sense of inspiration came this session... 
 and I must say - I was feeling it.  

Until the end - when all three of us were NOT FEELING it. 
(you know, the part where Ailey gently dropped Etta on her face
 and she screamed bloody murder and had dirt all over her face.   
Looking back I wish I had take a picture - 
but as all good moms do, I put down the camera and picked up the kid ... 
who if you're wondering is just fine!)

But we will gloss over that part - and besides all you need to know 

is that these littles help me feel it deeply, from a place I never knew existed until they arrived into my life.


So this season...  you feelin' it yet?
I truly hope so...

And really - this is how we do snow here in Orlando :)