I’d like to be one of those people who carries a beautiful notebook like this one around and jots down inspirational things that they see and hear. (Don’t tell me to use an app, it’s just not the same.)
Yes, I’d like to be that kind of person, but I’m just not. Although I have some beautiful and even compact notebooks, I don’t like carrying a big purse around and even if I do, I don’t like extra weight in it, and then it would get all crummy or crumby, edges bent in, ink-stained. I’d like to be that person but so far, I’m not.
So on the rare occasion when I hear a snappy piece of dialogue or something so ridiculous I just have to remember it, I’m forced to fumble around for a scrap of paper in my purse a napkin and then, did I remember to put a pen in my purse when I changed it the other day? Perhaps I’m just not that organized.
But I do get inspired.
Roses are everywhere in our ‘hood and I never get tired of their beauty. I must have more than a hundred snaps of the roses in my yard, in our neighbors’ yards or that I see along our daily Riley walks.
Like this one:
The delicate perfection of a rose’s infinite petals.
And the colors, oh! the colors!
Tissue-thin petals curling.
Red-red-red. Red velvet. Electric red. Rose red.
I’m a poppy lover, for sure. But roses? I love them best now.
Even when the edges of a rose begin to furl and the bloom withers and dies, there is always a new bud ready to reach its petals skyward. Just like this one.
So tell me… what inspires you?