Showing posts with label Sight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sight. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Progression of Inspiration

Legos Exhibit at
Columbus Museum of Art
At some point in time, inspiration has to come from within. It has to be self-sustaining; otherwise how else would you push yourself to keep moving toward your dream? However, until then, below you will find ways to manipulate inspiration.

Inspiration comes in many forms. It can be in the form of thoughts, actions, and other things. When I think of inspiration, I often think about the “Five Senses of Inspiration.” These senses consist of sight, smell, touch, taste, and hear. Sight consists of seeing with all three of your eyes; the eyes on your face and your third eye. Sometimes inspiration is sparked by seeing or being enlightened by something. How many times have you (Writer, Artist, creative soul, etc.) seen something, which sent your mind down a spiraling tunnel of emotionally packed stories, beautiful artistic sunsets, and into realms unbeknownst to those uninspired? Inspiration is sometimes brought forth by releasing our “Five Senses of Inspiration.”

The next sense is sparked by smelling. Have you ever walked in the kitchen of your grandmother’s house and smelled freshly baked cookies? What about ran through a forest, breathing in all the fresh aromas from the morning breeze? How did you feel? Did you feel inspired to eat a warm chocolate chip cookie, run a little faster than yesterday or creatively express how you felt about your environment? Smell can bring out the best memories and have us create everlasting ones.

The next sense is produced by touch. Touching various objects can bring forth many different feelings and emotions to create wonderful masterpieces. Poets, have you ever tried closing your eyes and caressing a wallpapered wall? How did you poetically explain what you found? Was it something like this? The smooth, wallpapered wall with small perforated pieces. Covering a perfectly plain, four-sided resting room. The wallpaper told stories of pierced pencil markings and uneven walls that plaster could not hide. Touch has the ability of allowing people to creatively express themselves in songs, poems, art, and other ways.   

The next sense is created by taste. Have you ever tasted something that left an impression on your mind and inspired you? In elementary school, I remember reading a book about chocolate and how it left an everlasting taste in your mouth. My teacher than told us to close our eyes and she put a single piece of chocolate in our hands. She then told us to eat the chocolate without opening our eyes and then tell the class how we felt about eating the chocolate. In eating that piece of chocolate, it felt like the taste would stay in my mouth forever. It was like wells of chocolate were being produced in my salivary glands. Now I want you to try that same technique; however use your craft to creatively express how you felt about eating the chocolate.

The next sense is created by hearing. Hearing can deal with hearing sounds and noises in nature, listening to the word of songs and poems, or just listening to the tones in people’s voices. How can you express what is taking place? After the few examples above, I am sure you will do a great job with expressing the word hearing by using your craft to do so.  

Inspiration is created in many forms. Some of these forms have not been listed above because many people have their own set of standards regarding what is inspiration. However you are inspired just know that being inspired should be a progression toward self-sustaining inspiration and inspiring yourself from within.


~Have you been inspired today?

Monday, November 5, 2012

The Joys of Growing Older


About a month ago, I was given a task by an acquiantance to write a poem about growning older. In the individual having experience in the subject, I decided to take on the task with some of her examples. So, I dedicate this Poem to Pat.
 
The Joys of Growing Older

The aches
The pains

The drippings down the shirt

Oh, how I thought getting older would not hurt so much

 The memory loss

The can’t remember where I parked

The thoughts of being treated like child

Oh, now my mind is really running wild

It seems like my mouth

Gets further from my hands

Because my coordinated target

Is not where the substance is bound to land

I remember like it was yesterday

The playful games we used to play

Now if I played those games in the same way

I would have aches and pains all day

I love this joy

Coming over me

My hearings diminishing

And so is my sight to see

If I could say one word

That describes the Joy in me

I would say older

Now that describes me