There are many people who provide fire to put pen to paper! Inspiration and the freedom to express one’s feelings and experiences as an example to others who create wonders of words on paper that combine to reach out to the reader with awe and wonder.
When the creative vibes visit the subliminal senses, grab some paper or a smart ‘phone and follow the heart; releasing instinctive imagination; bordering on ‘automatic writing’. Released from the confines of structured prose, the text completed; the mind and heart in a limbo of perceived achievement. The next day you may not recognize who had written the essay. This is really awesome as if another level of spiritual inspiration had taken a gentle, un-noticed presence to guide the pen and words to match.
Writing for the pure joy of expressing and describing everyday happenings. Sights and views generated and set alight in the mind’s eye, following the visitation of something exceedingly special.
Maybe surreal, perhaps a past memory transported to a current theme and joining as one; past meets present and present greets the past. I write for enjoyment, it enlightens the heart. I just adore the freedom; a spark of creativity and accompanying motivation.
Where does it come from? Everyone is unique. I learn from people who inspire me, trigger creativity, open new avenues of subject matter. I never stop learning and am always grateful for those happy to convey such practical knowledge.
So where does the initial inspiration come from? For some, it could be an orchestra blessing observer and listener with uplifting, dramatic sounds of classical music. For others, a sunset gradually changing the color of the sky into a spectacle of pure joy. The darkness slowly releasing galaxies and other wonders of Nature, until sunrise blesses the coming of a new day.
For some, it can be the sight of the supersonic the Concorde taking off at London Airport. A memorable experience for all who witnessed this spectacle, which is sadly no more. Everyone rushing to the windows to stare in awe as this masterpiece of aviation launches itself into the blue with a thunderous roar, its cockpit pointed down to facilitate the pilots’ view of the runway until all clear, thereafter raising itself through to a Universe of magnificence; a giant, elegant spectacle; an infinity of space no barrier.
This beautiful, iconic masterpiece, created by the harmonious alliance of France and England, will remain in the memory of all who heard and saw this majestic aircraft rising to the heights as a fine example of human endeavor.
One notable experience; very much alive in my mind, is sitting in a BA airliner at Stockholm’s Arlanda Airport following a business trip. It was mid-winter and winter in Sweden is…….winter; the de-icing procedure almost complete. Looking out of the window was a contradictory spectacle. It looked like a Concorde, the distinctive shape clear in the approaching darkness. But there was confusion in the mind. The Concorde’s color was, well Pepsi-Cola corporate blue. Not a supersonic cola bottle but Concorde dressed up as a publicity-gathering, corporate icon. Bordering on the surreal. I had not had any alcohol.
Concorde is supersonic. It was designed to withstand the heat, thus as breaking the sound barrier, the structure designed to address the severe heat of supersonic flight, the fuselage stretches; elongates. A window directly beside passengers, slowly moving (not visible but actual) as the body of this wonder of aviation expands, the windows being the most dramatic and awesome consequence.
However, the Pepsi-Cola livery, painted on this already beautiful surface, gradually peels off in places like feathers of a dove’s back. Perhaps a swan’s back.
The sound of the Concorde at Stockholm’s Arlanda AIRPORT runway was unforgettable in every way. It roared; the flames visible from the enormous jet engines. Snow near the runway enhancing this spectacle is if a science fiction movie was in the making.
Everything shook with the power of engines as it escaped the confines of the Swedish winter to join the heavens in the glory it was designed to represent.
Another magical moment was when I was on a British Airways flight to Stockholm at night. This was a time where the cockpit was open. Sitting not so far from the cockpit, an Air Hostess asked said that the captain would like to show me the Northern lights. I was awestruck even with the idea. I walked into the cockpit. The captain pointed out the direction, and there was an unforgettable scene. The AuroraBorealis. Amazing. Truly incredible.
In dramatic contrast with Concorde, climbing a hill, or walking along a riverside following the steps of the poet Keats (1820) also generates a degree of the mystical and Magical. For myself, it is Mother Nature in all her splendor that magnifies, expands, and calls the spirit to glance ever closer to a micro-universe. It is not just the majesty of tall trees and their uneven bark, ivy, and moss, but looking ever closer a whole new world reveals itself to those with the time to watch and absorb this tiny world that thrives beyond the obvious.
Swans leading their signets along the river as if royalty in procession, gently looking left and right, the imagination witnessing their heads; so regal, gently bowing welcoming human observers. Unforgettable. Vivid in the mind’s eye; the heart of memories.
The Heart, Universe, and Mind join to combine; energizing the spirit of creativity. The mind and heart drift away in a positive glow with the glistening river and heavenly trees, begging to be remembered through the written word, releasing creativity and inspiration of heart and soul.