Inspired Moments

I have always believed the words of inspiration are a bit of God's breathe in our lives, but it had been a while since I had written anything.

Time stood still for me right after my last great adventure and so it had seemed that perhaps I had written my last book.

The air is always filled with somewhat inspiring moments but I had not been "in the mood" to pick up a pen or sit at a keyboard for more than a fictitious outline in years now. After all I was 60 and busy with spoiling my grandchildren and making a living. I sometimes wondered if I still had enough words left in me to share at the end of the day or week.

I sat quietly this evening on my deck, just listening to the crickets and thinking of ways to celebrate my grand daughters birthday next week, who would turn 18 this year, just waiting for that perfect idea to come to me.

This would not be an easy feat as I was considering that this crazy pandemic has stolen all our moments so far as this year of 2020 was concerned. "Where has the time gone?" is what I was really thinking.

How could I share that perfect one thing with her, when allowed no contacts? no hugs, no visits. This gift would be hard to deliver with our usual greeting affections and smiles. I have always been so proud of her, and now she is in the coming of age time of life. Such an adventure no doubt for her.

Peace filled my evening in the still of the dusk hour, but I stirred myself in her direction, and toward her future and in the process let my mind remember my adventures when I was this 18 year old.

I had traveled often but not of great distance with so much hope and wonder as my friendly guides, in a time of no fear, no virus, no worry. Now I had to wonder if she could do the same at all in this world we lived in.

That is the very moment that a light shone on the subject of gifting and the glory of youth. I would write her a story of the times I grew up in, when life held little to fear.

So my story begins of the inspiration that took me away in the hope that Daniella would venture past the world she had always known with all the vim and vigor of my own story.

The hope that she would have wings to fearlessly fly to unknown places beyond even my own experience, caused to me go indoors and find pen and paper, to inspire the girl to dream beyond circumstance, and live the adventure as any young woman could. She is my inspiration.

In this garden of life, removing all fences or boundaries, where flowers of unknown origin display their color and sing with the whispers of the wind. In this place where my imaginings take rise and go, where I've never been. Life here is greeted with joy and a spring in my step to meet the unknown , unseen and hardly imagined beauty of timeless wonder. I fear not when the dawn comes and each day takes shape. Now more alive than I could have guessed is that life at 18, while i am still 60.

All I/we need was a map and a purse to decide destination and duration in life's willingness to begin a new day, or chapter. No parental guide, no home rule book, no limitation to decide for me/us where the winds shall blow.

Life is the Adventure, and someone shall live it to the fullest of dreams. Why not let it be you?

I breathe deep pulling in my inspiration, and what I exhale first in thought and then in response on the path to make my dreams a reality and write the experience of my truth so to speak.

Come with the wind fairest one in innocents, shielded and protected from all you might fear. Come shape your world with every step your try may take. Find life, find love, create your own world.

You are the sculptor of your lump of clay, you are the painter of fine art only you can define. You are the thread through the tapestry of your time. Come be young for as long as you can. Be free from the care of what you thought was to be. Let inspiration have your hand. From now on, Love is all from you that your life will demand. Love how you live it, Love what you do.

So I wrote to Daniella in imagery and metaphors and set no limits on what a dream might be. As I wrote for her I regained hope not just for her life, but for what my life might bring.

I wrote without age, without doubt without constrains, and i scrapped all the experience that lessons had taught. I wrote and then edited out all limitations, and filter out all of the filters I one took with me.

I grew young in spirit and free of constrains, and began to write such a fantastic tale on page that although I wrote for the benefit of 18 to 80 and somehow I began a new chapter with a new page that's clean even for me.

Let no one steal your joy. I said it and I meant it.

Let nothing ever go from poor to desperation because you have only just begun to define success and wealth to your own taste. No one can define your goals and choices but you.

In every word phrase you write in your book of life, let no one alter for you.

Everyday will be a continuance of yesterday, or it maybe a day that stands alone to begin again.

Only you can decide if you got it right or not .for these are the days of becoming "just you".

Love yourself a lot, without comparisons to others, and let no one define you or put you in a box. Love yourself enough not to compromise what you believe in, and forgive yourself often for not getting it exactly right the first time or even the tenth time you try. All limits belong to you.

In the end I told her be strong , be brave , be authentic and make friends with your weaknesses, because they will walk with you until they become strong.

Time is your friend when you are lavish to give yourself enough of it to live again, even after the changes come. Oh and the changes will come, ready or not.

I told her all the things I would have liked someone to tell me when I was 18, but even at 60 its not ever to late to remind yourself again that a new chapter of life can always be written. Nothing is written in stone anymore.

On every page I loved her and I loved life, and it "the story" became my next adventure too.

So by the end of my story I was sure to tell her that she was the center focus of the breathe breathed as my inspiration.

As a young woman I wrote children's stories for my children, and as a middle aged woman I wrote for my many grandchildren. All along this road of life I had the breathe of inspiration to speak the words that meant the most to me for them at that time of my living.

This is the very first time that when I had a complete piece, that it seemed to complete me.

I had written enough to not only inspire my 18 year old granddaughter so, I had hoped , she could exhale her dreams, but it also made me full enough to exhale mine for whatever time I have left of this life, It is a new chapter. Only my breather of inspirations know if it would be the last or not. After all these years, I find myself hoping there are more books in me.

Be strong and of good courage, there is always a time of inspiration yet to be.