Forest and Trees
I am fortunate to be surrounded by inspiration.
I am constantly inspired by my friends and family, regularly in awe of them.
Burning Man is an epicenter of inspiration.
Every day my facebook feed is full of stories and videos that are "inspirational"
Too often, one of my favorite quotes, which has practically become a creed of mine,
“Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?” ;
This cornucopia of amazing connections and energies and wonderment; what should motivate and "inspire" me to action becomes my albatross.
It overwhelms and intimidates me.
I can't see the forest for the trees.
I dragged Skye out to Atlanta Streets Alive, hoping for some sort of inspiration. The event takes place on Highland, literally steps away from our condo. We've been before a couple of times and had great experiences.
This time around, it just felt like the cordoned-off streets made for a really dangerous and annoying bicycle ride. Lots of unaware pedestrians, parents not paying attention to their kids because of the "safety" of streets without cars, dogs on those retractable leashes.
As crazy and dangerous as Atlanta streets are for getting around on a bike, this corridor of "alive streets" seemed deadlier than many of the busiest and frenzied streets I've made my way through during rush hour.
And so after and obligatory tour, we headed home.
I had been looking forward to this event and yet it was a major disappointment, very much because of the space my head was in.
I had already signed up for the Atlanta Bike Challenge and now, not only was there this anti-climatic let down, but I realized on the second day of the "car-free" challenge (the Challenge was actually considerably less ambitious than what I made it to be; ie 10 minutes of riding a day as opposed to car-free) Skye and I had an evening meeting some 20 miles away, not a very practical biking expedition. The following morning, I had be at the unemployment office. It seemed to make much more sense to drive to than get on the bike.
That one might have been a cop out.
Regardless, I had pretty much decided I had failed at the challenge and was willing to give up on the entire affair.
When You're Ready
That's the funny thing about "inspiration".
When you are ready to hear the Muses, you will hear them.
You can find inspiration anywhere and ignore it when it envelopes you.
Skye has been a source of inspiration for me since I cut her umbilical cord.
At first, of course, it was that feeling a parent feels when they realize the responsibility they've undertaken.
But over the years, it's developed into something very different, very other.
There is an energy that she has; a way that she goes about in the world that is so very foreign to me. So very unique to her.
Most recently it has been something as simple as her discovering the virtues of public transportation.
Not only has it freed up my schedule and made me feel a lot less like a chauffeur, but it has got me thinking of community and taking advantage of the opportunities that abound around me.
I have since jumped back into yoga, gardening, jiujitsu and so much more.
Getting back on track; literally and figuratively.
Weebly the host-site for this blog has changed its platform or editing tools or something.
Whatever they've done has made it a lot less user-friendly for me. I have been working on this particular post much longer than I anticipated, with things getting deleted and pictures not sizing up right, etc etc.
That being said, some of the other sources and stories of "inspiration" will have to wait, cuz I'm just all tuckered out.
And yet in a much better place than where I was when a half-hour's worth of writing suddenly evaporated and disappeared into the inter-tubes of the net.