Insight and Inspiration

Today was a full of thoughts, ideas and flashes of expressive insight.  These are the moments that I hope to hold and put on paper, clip to a notebook, pin to a wall; lock them down with the energy of the moment. It rarely happens.

The hell fire of inspiration, the flash of lightness, is that it is more fleeting than a sneeze.  How do you relate a sneeze?  I feel the lingering effects; the thundering sound of sudden force, the gently wafting spray that reaches farther than one can imagine, the release of that incredible desire to cleanse the soul through the nose.  All the same with inspiration (except the nose part).  How odd that such a sudden outburst is so similar to a sudden influx of ideas.

The sharing of inspiration is not so sudden.  On happy occasion, it flows instantly through the fingers and can be related almost, almost, as it feels. Typically it starts well, then fumbles in the darkness, fighting with he medium of expression, confused by those means, until it falls short of the goal. If luck is there, the feeble expression finds a way to stand on its' own merits.

If it communicates one tenth of the urgency of the moment of insightful inspiration, then its' translative expression will give to those who encounter the artistic expression, and the work was worth doing.

I have my fingers crossed; all the time.