Inspiration can be elusive. There are phases in life when you have so much to express you don’t know where to begin. Then there are those times when you want so badly to say something, yet nothing comes. Crickets.
I have been hearing a lot of crickets lately. It is frustrating! The lack of ideas causes uncertainty, not to mention feelings of failure.
Of course, I have been here before. Many times. There is always a way out and that exit becomes clearer once I stop resisting.
On the upside, the crickets compel me to look outside myself. Depleted of ideas, I seek out replenishment.
I open myself up to what others are saying. Art, movies, theatre, poetry, strangers in conversation. Oh, the things I’ve seen and heard. Glorious and life affirming.
I take notice of details. The lights and sounds of the Holiday Season become more vibrant. I am also more attuned to the pain this season can bring for so many.
I listen. Listening makes us inquisitive. The more we listen, the more we question and the more we question, the more we learn.
I let go. Defenses fall, so instead to trying so hard to do a good job, I relent to purely being. Maybe that is where we are at our best.
So I accept the song of the crickets, quieting the need to fill the Silent Night with my own expression. I hear theirs instead. It inspires me.
I share my drought with you because I want you to know that it is ok. These caverns appear in our lives, it is natural.
We all get stuck. But that stuck place can help create space for renewal, it can be healing if you allow yourself to just be in it for a while, trusting that you will find your way out. And you will.
Acceptance does not mean resignation. Accepting where you are right now, does not mean that you resign yourself to staying there.
No matter what, please know for certain, that you are not alone. If you are struggling this season, for any reason, you are not alone.
You are surrounded by love, just listen.