Fleeting inspiration

This is how it goes.

Maybe someone else out there will understand what I am talking about when I describe this thing which irritates me so greatly.

I am sitting in a place....a quiet place. It usually occurs in a library....a bookstore....a setting of a small group of close friends in conversation.... I feel it. I hear it. It's a sudden burst of inspiration. It's inspiration to write....to put into written words all that I have pent up inside....memories aching to be relived on paper.

It's inspiration to read. To open books I have wanted to open for so long and to find knowledge from their pages.

It's inspiration to delve deeper into God's Word. To explore a passage of Scripture so keenly, one which will turn over to a whole new leaf in my mind, a new way to see it for the first time.

It's inspiration to write letters to someone with whom I need to communicate.

It's inspiration to succomb to the tugging of the musical self still buried within me....to seek out a piano and start playing tunes again....

It's inspiration that's there....

...and then it's gone....as quickly as it came.

When I'm in the midst of these surroundings, my heart races and my palms sweat. I have to get to this task which entered my mind right NOW.

Yet then, suddenly, without me realizing it, LIFE returns from its brief trip away. Duty calls. Chores beckon me back. Reality hits.

I am left with a distant longing for the things I never started. I am back into the mundane.

How? Why? When?

And what can I do to stop this cycle?

I need to know how to stop and do when I feel like I want to stop....and do.

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