Inspiration

There aren't too many places that you can't find inspiration.
I think that the people who are at a loss for inspiration are seriously looking in the wrong place. Inspiration can come in the form of a wisp of wind as you are walking down the street, or it can come in the form of a hug from a friend.
Long story short, If you have brain farts, then it may be because you're stuck in the muck.
Your state of mind significantly influences your productivity, and not only can it drag you down, but it can take you for a ride if you let it. Don't let it. You're stronger than that.
Someone once told me recently that if you're stressed out, inspiration doesn't come. While that may have been true for her, I don't know that it is necessarily true for me.
Inspiration seems to thrive on not only stress, but relaxation and everything in between. Especially when there is food involved. If I'm eating a new dish or a delicacy that I have never tried before it's rife with amazing texture and flavor. That can lead to the beginning of a song, or the stanza of the next "dinner poem" or a sculpture that mimics the visual movement of the food. It's not only an inspiration, but an experience worth having. Sources of inspiration can also be so varied that it's sometimes scary. Don't let the vastness of that overwhelm you. Your muse is all around. Just look up.

Bug

This is the posterior view of the heart turned into a bug. It's what I saw.It's what you have inside of you.

No Time!

I think I’ve gone a little crazy and I think that I am done with people.

I need some time for myself. Each week I am busy from my dawn until dark, I take care of people, and I interact with upwards of 50-100 people a day. I’m exhausted by them. I have been neglecting myself and my sanity. I need to start looking for an apartment again. And Katie’s daughter lives in mill creek, so I think I’ll contact her… Whoops! I’d better add that to the list. Ok, the list that I have is going on three pages now. But in the process of looking through my day planner and notebook I found the stack of bus transfers that a friend gave to me, so my list of art projects (that is written down in another book which is on a shelf, just waiting to go and be used) is growing again. At least I tried to make a denim bag out of an old pair of jeans that my friend Sawyer gave me. WOO HOO for re-purposing!!! See how distracted I can get in such a short period of time? It’s disturbing!

We made bacon muffins on Saturday:

Crazy people like to talk to me. I was sitting at the bus stop and this crazy fellow walked up to me said hi, asked me if I wanted to sleep with him, and promptly started to talk at me. At times he was yelling, at times he almost sounded coherent, but yes, he was crazy.

I'm a bit curious as to why random people will simply start talking to me with no prompting. I ask my friends and they say that it's because I have "good vibes" and that people don't shy away from that. In fact that's why they're attracted to me. 

Still, it's a little scary to know that someone's "vibes" attract all kinds. Especially insane people.

Perhaps it's one of my gifts? If so, then thank you God, I'm not yet sure what I'm meant to do with it, but I'm sure you'll show me in time.

this is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it!