And then this morning, the sunrise was equally magnificent.
As the morning continued, we were visited by a northern mockingbird who let me come as close as I wished to photograph him. The black-capped chickadees wanted nothing to do with me, understandably, as I am a great hulking beast in comparison to their tiny frames, but the mockingbird posed for a very long time while I snapped frame after frame.
All afternoon in between errands and reading a book for a class that I'll be teaching in the spring, my mind wandered back to
and the butterfly.
As I worked, they wove into my thoughts and new ideas began to form for poems and other schemes. This, I thought, is inspiration. It's being aware and open and perceptive; it's working--every day--at one's craft; it's never waiting for the muse, but seeking her at every turn.
And when I began to type this post (please believe me when I say this, because it is exactly what happened),
I happened to glance out my front window, and this is what I saw:
Not one, but two rainbows.
All this thinking about inspiration has made me decide to write a series of posts this week about some of the people and things that are inspiring me most right now. I can't wait to tell you more!
Also, I'd love to hear from you: what provides you with inspiration? To whom do you look for ideas or the spark to set your imagination in motion?