Inspiration…breathing in. When I am inspired, that is how it feels–a deep in-breath, letting myself fill up with the beauty I see. This morning, riding the bus through fog-filled valleys, watching the clouds settle over the pine trees and comb themselves through glowing green branches, I felt so inspired I was afraid I would pop. It is a heady, lovely feeling.
About a week ago Dan from Apothecary’s Garden sent me just about the nicest letter I think it is statistically possible to receive. He was nominating writers for the Very Inspiring Blogger award, and he had thought of me.
I have never met Dan, but the depth of his knowledge is AMAZING. I am almost afraid sometimes to go over and read his blog because I know it will make me queasy inside with that desperate desire to learn more about absolutely everything! Talk about inspiring…and his dandelion wine recipe is hands down the best I’ve ever made.
But to think of myself as inspiring…that takes a little doing. Oddly enough for such a vocal proponent of deep and frequent bragging, I immediately begin to worry that someone who feels inspired by me will be let down in some way. Interesting. It’s all in that word—inspiration. Why not breathe a compliment in and let it settle as I would breathe in a valley swathed in fog, or the scent of woodsmoke? I am learning to do that. Thank you, Dan, for the practice, and for the many ways you and your writing have inspired me.
One of the privileges of this award is that I now get to nominate others! That has been a truly joyous process that is not quiiiiiiite complete, but I needed to go ahead and post this (my friend who knows how just put the award on my sidebar and I don’t want to have it there without having earned it!), and I will nominate some of the amazing writers I’ve encountered here as soon as I can.
I am also to post seven things about myself. I’m just going to write the first seven things that pop into my head, even though it’s scary.
1. I rarely dream about people I know. When I do, it is so startling that I contact them immediately.
2. While walking to school the other day my knees literally buckled with love for the mountain I live on.
3. Most of my deepest relationships have taken place in letters.
4. I know how to make a million aphrodisiac cordials and sweets and herbal preparations, but I once had an orgasm just from dancing a waltz.
5. I would trade almost anything in my life for the ability to play fiddle as well as Alasdair Fraser.
6. I am secretly a total perfectionist, but there is a dedicated part of my brain that consistently offsets my perfectionism with incessant patter in the nature of “oh come off it silly and let’s go dancing”
7. I accidentally sometimes use writing as a clearinghouse—I write something down, and then I think I know it, and promptly forget. Then my friends have to read what I wrote and re-teach me.
Now I will take a deep in-breath, in gratitude for all of you who have inspired me in so many ways, and in acceptance that I myself am also inspiring. Thanks again, Dan. And I’ll write again soon with my nominees and also with all of the pent-up writing that needs to surge out now that exams are over!