Sitting quietly long enough…inspiration presents itself.~Ani Po

We never know when inspiration will arrive or its transmission. Assuredly it will arrive on time. Recently at a gathering, listening to a friend playing his acoustic guitar, I was struck by cords and shifted into a meadow of sorts…allowing my heart and mind to open freely.

Silently writing as my feet kiss Mother Earth. Painting, singing…allowing, as life was meant to be.
Washing away once upon the canvas, applying new strokes of color. The sky answers with glimpse of hope, clouds shade me from the light….under a shady tree…right now.

While different words sang during the song, vibration carried a different tune…one that sang to my soul. As I sat quietly in the fantasized meadows, words of peace, bliss, tranquility began to fill my being. Was it the song? the company? or a mere idea within that brought peace? It doesn’t matter. What does matter is the allowance of remaining still, inviting peace in.

Stepping into the Canvas…or in this case…sitting within the Canvas, taking necessary time to reconnect with creative forces within. Let thoughts come, let thoughts go…breathing, just being…allowing life to just be. Right now.