The words you want to write, Claudia, they are already done—sparkling at the frequency of your divine self. It’s not your job to go out there and catch them, like butterflies in a net; your only work is to relax and trust and allow them to flutter to you, to land on your arm, and move through you in whatever way you’d like them to.
Inspiration. It’s the bedrock, foundation, springboard, launch pad, bullet train, and rocket ship, of just about everything I do in my life; or at least, I want it to be. On the phone with my business coach the other day, I named it as one of my core values, as it wedged its way into the divine counsel of my inner universe, right up there with Clarity, Ease, Fun, and Joy.
Inspiration, as opposed to motivation—two terms I have heard used interchangeably in the realms of self help and new age spirituality, but to me, there is a world of difference. Motivation feels like effort; mustering whatever reserves of strength one has to overcome a challenge. It feels like trying to make something happen. It feels like going it alone. It feels like my middle school gym teacher who would scream at me as I ran down the basketball court, shouting in my ear, you can do it (who knows if he believed it or not?).
At its most severe, it can feel like pushing a boulder up a hill. In lighter doses, it feels like kicking ourselves out of bed, even when we would really just rather lie there and doze.
In the process of creation, motivation feels motivated by our desire to get something done; to get results; to make something happen.
Inspiration, on the other hand, feels guided by our desire to feel good—to ride the energy of pure enjoyment in whatever ways we have deemed satisfying to us.
Motivation feels like trying to sculpt ourselves into something we are not, or who we think we should be, whereas inspiration—ah, inspiration feels like allowing ourselves to be who we really are.
It’s where, I believe, everybody’s true spark of genius lives.
And when I’m really there, I’m on my A-game; I’m in the flow of life; everything feels effortless. I feel my own power like it’s a roaring engine burning in my solar plexus, charging me through life at an unstoppable speed.
It’s the feeling of having wings, carrying me from one delightful experience to the next, one satisfying conversation to another, and all the while, ideas of things I want to do, experiences I want to have, are pouring into my mind like musical downloads from another dimension.
And as an added bonus, I have really good timing, and my productivity levels soar.
I live for this feeling; it has become nearly everything to me, and I spend much of my time focusing myself into a receiving mode, where I can catch these signals and surf them, like tidal waves of energy.
But how do we tune into inspiration? Is it a mystical, ethereal, fleeting muse that swoops in on us when the stars align in just the right way? Or is it a subtle, fine-tuning of our thoughts and emotions to align with the frequency of our own Source Energy, which is broadcasting the answers to the specific questions our lives have caused us to ask?
I’d like to make a potentially radical statement about inspiration that may help to demystify and put it in its proper place, for me and for anyone else who wants to tap into it: it always comes, and it always comes on the heels of deciding to feel how we want to feel.
It’s a process of physics, in line with the laws of momentum—a sailboat that picks up on the winds of Joy, Ease, Fun, Enthusiasm, and Unconditional Love.
So, as an experiment, I invite you to try something: the next time you feel the need to make something happen, say to yourself, from a place of absolute trust and devotion: it’s already done, and my only work is to let it happen. Go for the emotion, and let the waves of energy build until the impulse to do something becomes so great, that it becomes completely, divinely irresistible. And then watch what happens next….
With Love and Mischief,