When my comfort zone becomes a funk…
There is a lake on the grounds of my workplace. Toward the middle of that lake are a couple of fountains. They sparkle in the light and make ripples outward, circulating the water and providing tranquil sounds when one can take a moment to enjoy the scenery.
Toward the edge of the lake, though, the water becomes shallow and still…and eventually, swamp funk begins to accumulate there. It is unsightly for sure, and I would be willing to bet that it smells bad as well. Periodically the funk needs to be cleared away.
How often is my life like that? The line between stillness and stagnation can be a fine one indeed, and it can be difficult to tell when I have crossed from restful stillness into stagnant funk. My waters need to be stirred into action, the funk cleared away.
Sometimes life throws us into circumstances that stir our waters into clarity, but that stirring often feels like the violent spin cycle of a washing machine. Clearing out the muck is not an easy process. God often stirs us when we feel least equipped for it.
I am entering a clearing season, spinning out my funk of inertia in a job I have held for a very long time, a job which is ending soon. I did not ask for this process to happen in this way; however, I know that it will ultimately be for my good. It is time for me to sparkle again.
What inspires us…
My friend David shared an insight with me years ago that I have never forgotten. He said that all creative/artistic types have more than one outlet for expression. That one bit of wisdom has held true for me, even before he said the words to me and, in fact, since long before I ever met him.
I read somewhere that famed fashion designer Hubert de Givenchy cited Audrey Hepburn as being the inspiration for much of his design work…she was his muse. Over the years I have found my own inspiration in many places, things and people. A conversation with a valued friend can spark an idea for a blog post, or for a different way to interpret a phrase in a song I am working on; seasonal change and the beauty of nature often urge me to snap photographs, capturing a moment of color, texture, light and shadow; a sound, scent or memory can prompt me to write a poem, haiku or brief passage which might eventually find its way into a larger work.
Inspiration does not always come from things that are traditionally considered beautiful. Sometimes an inspiring image is one depicting pain, brokenness, sickness or even death. For me, if a thing evokes a strong emotion, it can serve as a muse. I want to explore it further, document how it makes me feel…to wonder about, or create, its story.
In future posts, I hope to write more about my various muses, their stories, the reasons I find them so meaningful and inspiring. You may find yourself mentioned here, or pictured here. You may see a photo that evokes an emotional response. I hope you do!