Inspirational People...

Okay I have thought too much today about what my favorite thing should be of today....untracked snow in the backyard, snow on bare trees Ansel Adams style, cinnamon rolls, chubby babies, certain smells...there are of course plenty of those things, and maybe I will return to them another day, and probably I will. But I keep coming back to this:



It was emailed to me by my sister, who found it on a friend of hers' blog. I totally could have written this quote, in my mind a thousand times, but never quite as eloquently. The best writing, art, photography, acting, music, all inspires me to create. To fulfill the measure of being human and do something to make the world more beautiful. To attempt to capture inspiration in a unique creation of my own, that in turn will hopefully inspire others...or maybe be left in a drawer or email box for only me to see. But just the act of creating something does wonders for the human spirit. Or at least for my human spirit. To use my talents, or lack thereof, or to try to develop a talent I wish I had (music)...makes me a happier person, whether or not I am successful at it. Whether or not I actually inspire anyone but myself, or fall short of that and only make myself laugh at myself.

But on a different side of the coin, I keep thinking of those friends and family members in my life that inspire me to be better. To be more myself, to keep in touch with what is really important. To remember what I love. To remember to follow my own path. To think, way too much, and then think some more. The ones who inspire me to be myself, complete with all my faults and strengths, and keep going on. The ones who listen, truly listen to me, and don't judge, just understand, or listen even if they don't understand. The ones who inspire me to create things...even if I fail miserably. The ones who inspire me to live in this moment, even if it is a moment of agony, but to experience it, not run away from it, learn from it and go forward. The friends who teach me. I couldn't live without you.

You are a few of my favorite things...and there are only a few of you....I hope you know who you are. Some of you are old friends, some are newer, but all have clicked, instantly and I have felt as if I have always known you. And then there's my family, I know that I have always known you. Love to you all. You are my heroes.