Where do you find yours?
* hidden within the depths of my morning coffee
* in the midst of my morning prayer
* and finally, (how glamorous is this?) while on the stairmaster. Seratonin’s a wonderful thing.
I also look to the “Arts” for my inspiration:
* Handel’s Water Music
* the sound track to Master and Commander
* the musical A Year with Frog and Toad
are all good places for me to “go” emotionally. For visual art, I am always refreshed when I spend several moments gazing at a Bouguereau. Or a Rembrandt. Or a Titian.
But you know something? My kids have different needs entirely–different emotional “requirements”, as it were. And at times they just don’t get my love of the quieter moment.
For example. At dusk, I like to light a candle, play some relaxing music, maybe start my evening prayer.
When the sun goes down on my children, though, they turn into a different creature altogether. It’s almost as if they grow fur. They careen through the house on their Princess Rider. They leap screaming from the couch and then laugh as they land directly on their heads. They tackle. They snort. They shriek.
In short, my children come to life at the exact same time I’m feeling drained of it.
So you know what I do then? I send them a little inspiration, in the best way I know how:
or maybe this;
or from time to time, even this:
To heck with the mess, I say, and (always) they agree.
Because we all need a little inspiration now and then.
*Ed note: my savvy readers will notice that these photos were not indeed taken after sundown. Trust me, though. A pound of cold spaghetti and a drop or two of food coloring will guarantee you the hour you need to make supper!