Blue sky inspires me. Especially after heavy fog or a deeply overcast atmosphere, there’s nothing like the peek of blue to send encouragement coursing through your soul.
Certain people are inspiring. Specifically, people who succeed through struggle are inspiring. Folks who flourish after they’ve failed; people who get up after falling; folks who have been there, done that; and people who rebound after being beaten down, inspire me.
It’s not inspiring to see winner win or the rich get richer. It’s inspiring to see loser win and the underdog, overcome.
It’s inspiring to see someone who had it rough, get er done. It’s cool to see someone who was up, then down, rise again. A comeback story is inspiring.
Art, music, words, and dance can all be inspiring if they’re delivered with love and spirit. I think the Hebrew people call it hutzpah.
My two-year-old grandson inspires me to do more than I should or even thought I could. He inspires me to get down on the floor and get back up again, to happily settle for second string to his mama’ first string, to engage in creative play, and to “do it again,” and again and again.
Physical intimacy is inspiring, especially hugs. After a hug you’re inspire to push through, move on, and keep it up. Connection is inspiring.
Travel is inspiring. Travel shows you what else, and “I could.” Great vistas, natural or made by humans, inspire. They inspire us to keep looking, in the hope that we will see.
Sometimes when I’m out walking, I get inspired that my body moves. I’m conscious of the movement of my legs, hips, torso, and feet. Awareness inspires me to stay aware and alert, cognizant of what living is. Living, not existing.
Many things inspire, but not much more than Spring, the epitome of inspiring. I mean, who can hate new birth popping out all around you? New beginnings are deeply inspiring Surely, newness is the definition of hope and inspiration.
One of my favorite inspirational songs is Rise Again by Dallas Holmes. Christ is the inspiration for other beautiful things rising again around Easter time. Crocuses come to mind, daffodils and lilies, and other dormant things come back from sleep. That’s inspiring.
Hope, deferred over what seems like a long winter, rises from within us in the Spring. It adds spring to our step and we want to skip and hop and spring back to life like the rest of nature. Like in Rise Again, we feel like “ain’t no power on earth can hold me back,” or “keep me down.”
We just “sprang forward” an hour, how inspiring is that, another hour of daylight? Sometimes you hop on one foot and then squarely with two feet, into Spring. That maneuver reminds me of the childhood game of hopscotch. It’s designed as a pathway with numbered squares. When you win at the end of the path, you hop around and do it all over again.
The Spring Peepers are squawking and birds of every ilk are out in force inspiring us to come outdoors and join the party. Squirrel and turkeys are loosening up and celebrating Spring.
Healing is inspiring. There’s nothing like being healed after suffering from any malady or injury. Medicines and health care workers, when they work for you and not against you, are inspiring. Herbs and whole food are inspiring because you know they’re building you up, not bringing you down; you can almost feel it.
Self-control including weight control, control over all appetites and addictions, is inspiring when you can do it. Whether our weight is up or down on a scale, or we struggle with fitness versus illness, when your appetites are under control, you want to keep going toward better and better wellness.
What do you say we just start hopping into inspiration and become one with the Easter bunnies, chocolate, stuffed, Velvetine, Benjamin, Peter or whatever bunny gets your hippity to hopping? Happy Spring and cheers to glorious inspiration.