Inspiration illuminates the insane lack of inspiration I’ve had over the last few years. I battle the world quietly in a broken body and brain instead of actually accomplishing anything but ensuring my kids get a loving rearing.

I’ve been turned ON!

INSPIRED!

Even as livid eyes from across the room tell me how stupid I am, my switch is flipped.

Riding the waves of my emotions through the ink flowing from my pen to paper, I close my eyes, breathe in…

And observe a voice coming from a mouth, soothing my angst, uplifting my pout.

I can’t hold back the shout out, “I have more to offer than I pretend, slothfully lying in bed! I travel on metaphors in my head.”

TOO cerebral?

YES! YES! YES!

So, what’s next?

Remember when conversations were a good thing, back before the blame game, back when you’d grow as dialogue fed your soul…

Now, practice speaking aloud.

Civil dialogue with the ‘them’ I’m so afraid of (like family and friends as if engaging with mine enemy)? It’s such a crazy concept for me.

I don’t fight, I fly, emotions so high I can cry:(

How well would opening communication and connection go? I don’t know.

I guess the answer is a truth for time to hold.