A Revelation
One of my favorite little mysteries of life involves getting smacked in the proverbial face by the answer that you’ve been waiting on for awhile. I’ve been laboring over coming up with something to say in these special fields that I’m working on and it’s been annoying and exhausting. All of these little snippets of things roaming around peripatetically in my head with no connections. The picture on paper is even worse. Excruciatingly slow writing progress.
And then, yesterday, it hit me. Like a friggin’ ton of bricks. There it was, unfolding in front of me, much like the path of the most perfect putt does to Junuh in The Legend of Bagger Vance. I saw my way home. I saw the end and I saw the path. Finally those pieces clicked into place. And instinctually I cried at the sheer simple beauty of it. And out of a profound sense of relief. (Which was short-lived when I realized that I was crying in a semi-private forum…ah well…it was in the moment.)
I’m tempted to just sit and think about the process. How did it happen? Why yesterday? But, I just can’t now. I’ll never know the answers to that question. It was, in fact, a simple gift. Simple in presentation in that it was there one minute when it hadn’t been the previous minute. Simple in that it found me in the quiet and stillness. Simple in that I was at ease.
Inspiration is funny. Everything we know about working hard, challenging ourselves, making strides…it all seems pointless when true inspiration strikes. It’s elusive both in its presence and absence. But not ever without notice. These kinds of deep breaths feel very good.
And I’m proud to announce that I think I have a muse. That’s surprising too. My muse looks nothing like the ones in Greek mythology. I want to be able to use the word “diaphanous” in muse-talk. I just can’t even imagine that…but it does make me laugh, so I guess that’s something.
Hooray for revelation. Today is a whole new day.