Inspiration can be an elusive thing, full force some days yet nowhere to be found on others. There is no guarantee when or for how long either stage will last. This irregularity can either frustrate an artist, or it can allow for a time in which to let the mind wander and refill itself. Many compare it to the ebb and flow of the tide, others to the natural cycle of a plant. Whichever comparison you choose, you can flourish in the quiet times in unexpected ways. We all can benefit from the these times of rest and learn not see them as dead spells lacking any creative benefit. Instead these times are ready for daydreams, explorations, reenergizing and replenishment.
The snow this season has been sparse, but clingy. Coating the branches and structures, and throwing them into sharp relief. There is a quiet on such days which only seems to allow the sound of tires rolling by carrying passing cars to their destinations. Yet each of these days has been fleeting, as the temperature has quickly risen melting away all the lacy beauty.
I like to take a moment and set a spell when I can, so I can reflect and relax while I look around a bit. No phone, no tv, no distractions other than the darting fall dragonflies and goldfinches lunching on seeds. These brief interludes on late summer days me help store up energy for the winter days ahead when sunlight is sparse.
The final weeks of the year are underway, too often they are clouded by the holiday mania that occurs. Advertising agencies have perfected a way to convince the masses that the perfect Christmas means finding the perfect gifts, and spending more than intended. And so I am sharing this serene image as a sort of early gift for my readers to relax into at this busy time. Enjoy!
As November turns to December I thought this moment of quiet was just the thing to share.
We paused today
while heading home
in the afternoon
to admire the light,
the view across the field,
and then continued on our way.