In Spirit

Frida Kahlo

What inspires you? Is it a color? A scent? Scene, food, person, artist, material? Depending on my mood, I am often inspired, or in spirit, thanks to a combination of these.
This week, it’s been the weather, for one. Evening storms have been bombing the Valley floor, snapping tree branches, blowing over power lines, lighting the night sky with an electric show Pink Floyd would stop to admire. Olive and I have spent a fair amount of time cruising around Tempe during the heat of the day this week too. Leaving the iPod behind, I’ve enjoyed listening to the birds, feeling the wind on my face and this morning, watching a young school boy vivaciously play his oboe down the sidewalk on his way to school. Once he noticed my admiration, he stepped it up and it took everything I had not to laugh and cheer him along. By the way he cradled his baby, I could tell that instrument meant the world to him. I won’t soon forget this morning’s show.

Ms. Frida is another inspiration. It isn’t her beauty or art but her story that really grabs me. I can’t adequately explain the connection; Dale Chihuly’s glass exhibits give me the same overjoyed feeling. I am jolted when in the presence of their work, pushed to be creative, to find my voice, color and medium.

Frida as a girl

This long weekend, I’m reconnecting with spirit. A few years ago I created a vision board with images of my future. It was on the back of my bedroom door until the edges started to wear. I took a look at it this week and was pleasantly startled by how many of the visions have come to pass. Instead of creating another board, I’m going to transform a notebook into vision journal and spend some time thinking of new dreams, nakazora, sisu.
Have you heard of this Buddhist term nakazora? “The space between sky and earth, the place where birds, etc. fly. Empty air. Mid-air. An internal hollow. Vague. Hollow. Around the center of the sky. Or, emptiness. A state when the feet do not touch the ground. Inattentiveness. The inability to decide between two things. Midway. The center of the sky (the zenith).”

I’ve got 223 pages of Novel #1 to read and spell check, house guests to feed and entertain, a desert to hike and photograph, and two books of the Bible to brush up on before church Sunday. Spending some time between sky and earth. Yes, that sounds lovely too.