Inspiration as a Reminder?

Today I watched some videos I found rather inspirational... As if touching the deepest parts of my own humanity... reminding of that part that exists... A kind of beacon to help me remember and see.

Seeking Out What Will Contribute to Small Increases in Enjoyment

As I reflect on some of my habits... especially my consumption habits... It seems what I seek out are those things that will contribute even just a small increase in enjoyment. When acting or deciding, it's hoped that there will be an increased level of joy, happiness, enjoyment in my life.

When looking for things that seem new, better... Or activities that seem very engaging... I'm hoping for droplets of joy... Which leads me to wonder why I don't seek deluges of joy? Is it some kind of protective mechanism not to expect so much? Or is that just how things work? We work from where our current level is and try to exceed it inch-by-inch.

"I Love You"

Sometimes I contemplate what those words mean... Today I felt it means "I will do my best to contribute to your well-being."

Devotion?

Devotion is a trait I admire in others... the ability to stay the course... So often I wish I were stronger... that I had more will... more courage... or whatever it takes to feel devoted. But sometimes along the course I feel I lose heart... and the intense passion wanes. I float without feeling my internal flame... Often times I wish I could feel the steady glow...

The Words that Continue to Echo and to Resonate

I find it strange that long after we are gone from the physical act of living... that recorded mediums can still echo... they can still resonate... they can still teach... inspire... move.

I've been listening to an instructional audio CD about musical ear training... And I find the voice of the author to be encouraging, familiar, and comfortable... to the point where I keep plugging away, and really enjoying the process. And to know that the author has already passed, yet the voice upon listening feels very immediate and present to me... to me it's a very strange idea: To me he is living, and yet he is also not.

It makes me wonder about the things we leave behind, and how those things continue to live on in some way.

Trying to Capture Beauty

Sometimes beauty is so overwhelming I wish I could capture it and jar it up like fireflies. But I suppose part of the magic of beauty is its fleeting and elusive nature... The in-between before being graced by its presence once more... To wait patiently for the big reveal...

Opportunities of a Physical World

It seems living in a physical material world offers plenty of opportunities to turn toward or away from spirit... spirit we all share in.

Being open to whatever the outcome

There are times when a sense of expectancy and hope can almost get in the way via fear of things not turning out as one wishes... and the fear resulting in paralyzation or not even trying.

I randomly had the idea of using a friend's painting as inspiration to create music... The first two lines came quite easy... But then after that it became a process of trusting whatever happens... happens. The ideas I had I wanted to give up on at one point... because I didn't like what I wrote and because I was unsure of the direction and outcome... But eventually, somehow things worked out in a manner I found satisfactory. I just wonder how I can stay open to whatever the outcome is in the future.

Anyhoo... I am thankful for those who help to keep me excited and filled with enthusiasm... helping me to do things I enjoy.