We were recently blessed with a visit from my aunt and some of her children. The fellowship, the laughter, and all the love was a wonderful thing to be a part of (as it always is) and it also provided me with some inspiration.
Writers must always be aware of what's going on around them so that they do not miss out on an inspiration opportunity. Those are so important, because while a writer has to gut through a lot of the process without inspiration, she does have to start out with it.
I took some of my cousins out for a hike to a little creek that we love to spend time at. It's a small, pleasant place with lots of trees and some animals if you're quiet. Well, as my cousins are small, there wasn't much quiet, but that was okay. I had my camera ready and willing for an opportune shot and I got it.
The above picture is of one of the cousins. She's such an energetic and laughing girl that it was rare to see her sitting so quietly. She didn't stay that way for more then a minute, but as I took the picture, lines of a poem were already floating around in my minds eye.
"Little girl, little girl
Walking with her flowers
Little girl, little girl
May He lead you beside still waters"
Obviously, she doesn't have any flowers in this photo. That line came from watching her and her sister get so excited about the wild flowers they found on our hike. That was another inspiration opportunity I was given that day. Have you ever noticed that so much of our inspiration can come from the innocent joy of little ones? It certainly happens to me a lot.
The thing about our "Hidden Creek" as my brother calls it, is that it's so nice and still. It moves gently along and not even the boys skipping rocks didn't disturbed it to much. The ripples floated away quietly, and my little cousin seems to be calmed as she watched them.
As I watched her, the verse from my favorite Psalms, Psalms 23, kept coming to me.
"He maketh me lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters." (Psalms 23:2)
I think that we learn something new everyday, and that day I learned that it isn't always the loud and adventurous moments that give you those thrills of inspiration and the urge to write. Sometimes, it's the still and quiet ones, like my little cousin watching the ripples slowly disappear.
If you would like to read the rest of the poem titled "Beside Still Waters" it can be found in the "Poetry" section under "Writing Works"
Thank you for reading! Until next time!
Writers must always be aware of what's going on around them so that they do not miss out on an inspiration opportunity. Those are so important, because while a writer has to gut through a lot of the process without inspiration, she does have to start out with it.
I took some of my cousins out for a hike to a little creek that we love to spend time at. It's a small, pleasant place with lots of trees and some animals if you're quiet. Well, as my cousins are small, there wasn't much quiet, but that was okay. I had my camera ready and willing for an opportune shot and I got it.
The above picture is of one of the cousins. She's such an energetic and laughing girl that it was rare to see her sitting so quietly. She didn't stay that way for more then a minute, but as I took the picture, lines of a poem were already floating around in my minds eye.
"Little girl, little girl
Walking with her flowers
Little girl, little girl
May He lead you beside still waters"
Obviously, she doesn't have any flowers in this photo. That line came from watching her and her sister get so excited about the wild flowers they found on our hike. That was another inspiration opportunity I was given that day. Have you ever noticed that so much of our inspiration can come from the innocent joy of little ones? It certainly happens to me a lot.
The thing about our "Hidden Creek" as my brother calls it, is that it's so nice and still. It moves gently along and not even the boys skipping rocks didn't disturbed it to much. The ripples floated away quietly, and my little cousin seems to be calmed as she watched them.
As I watched her, the verse from my favorite Psalms, Psalms 23, kept coming to me.
"He maketh me lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside still waters." (Psalms 23:2)
I think that we learn something new everyday, and that day I learned that it isn't always the loud and adventurous moments that give you those thrills of inspiration and the urge to write. Sometimes, it's the still and quiet ones, like my little cousin watching the ripples slowly disappear.
If you would like to read the rest of the poem titled "Beside Still Waters" it can be found in the "Poetry" section under "Writing Works"
Thank you for reading! Until next time!