I got thinking about being inspired this morning… How people, places and things truly inspire me. And then I wondered… Is it possible to inspire yourself? It seems as if others see in us what we don’t see in ourselves. So although we may all inspire others, can we inspire ourselves?
I’m always wondering and looking around my world to be inspired to think outside of my box and write.
Lately the inspiration around me hasn’t been visible to me… I know it’s there, I even wonder why I don’t see it as clearly as I have in the past… Perhaps writers block which must involve the absence of “wonder” and the overwhelmed feeling of too much involvement of others.
So I continue to Wonder… Can we inspire ourselves or do we truly need the presence of others to inspire us?
Just wondering where my next inspiration will come from!
In awe of wondering… Inspired by the Love all around ( hearts everywhere, look closely)