"The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative."
~What does it feel like to be inspired? For me, it is a "feeling" I get, and its source is most definitely the heart. It is in listening and trusting the heart that gives me meaning and authenticity. The definition of "inspiration" above, says "mentally stimulated", and I would replace it with "heartfully stimulated." Living through the heart, rather than through the mind, to me, is a much more fulfilling process. The heart has a lot to say; it is where our emotions live, and it feels good to express them in all of their color, in whichever way we are inspired to do so.
~The following poems that I am sharing were a result from a "full-feeling" heart, inspired by very special people that are living and not living any longer. These feelings of inspiration come and go, and when I am tuned into my heart, they express themselves naturally because I am honoring them.
~Soaring~
~The silence of death is near, but don’t worry
it’s just peace in the air,
the ease of the breath
the calmness of the heart
~I look out at the wondrous sunset sky
it is wide open
it welcomes you my dear
with open arms, softly waiting with so much love
~Take it in
your last breath-release
your first breath-life
~The sky has turned a brilliant pink
nature has gone to sleep
only a whisper of wind in your ear
and a soft glow upon your face
~Your eyes close in anticipation for your new day, your new place
joy
relief
wings in full flight
soft and soaring
~You say:
“Don’t worry, for I am free now
but never forget that I am with you
I am here
I am everywhere
I love you
I am love.”
j.e.
~She thought~
She thought she was at the end of the road
her life, no longer.
She thought her lungs, deflated and shriveled,
would never be able to expand ever.
She thought her heart, scarred with cold abrasions,
could never feel warmth again.
Her eyes defeated,
blinded by sadness and failure.
But, as she arrived to the end,
a glint of bright yellow caught her eye;
she turned and saw a tiny flower,
blooming in a ragged cliff of rock.
It was calling out to her,
shouting its beauty amongst the grey wall.
The earth shook
The wind blew.
The leaves rustled.
The sun glowed bright.
The world was shifting.
The heart pulsated with warmth and love.
The eyes saw beauty and sunshine.
The lungs filled with air of encouragement and hope.
She took a long deep breath,
and blew out the ‘lost years’ of candles on her birthday cake.
The road opened up,
it was long, it was curvy, and with many hills, but when she looked to the end,
she saw a glorious meadow covered with thousands of glistening yellow flowers.
She found herself back at the beginning of the road, but it was at the same spot as the ending of the road….
And then she realized.
j.e.
~Garden of Life~
She was here at Spring
Dancing with the flowers
Singing lullabies to the moon
Blowing wind upon my face
I saw the buds blooming, as they opened to the sky
Was that her?
I knew it must have been
Because,
Her heart is magic
Her love never ending,
Her light shines bright as the heavens
Though she is not in my sight,
I feel her whispers on my cheek at night
She is close
She will come out to play in the Garden of life
She will be there, on the tip of a butterflies wing
She will be the leaves that wave to me in the wind
She will be the golden glow on the horizon, after a magnificent sunset
She will be the warmth I feel in my heart, as I watch our beautiful daughter grow.
Spring is here,
laugh, play, see the beauty, feel the love.
She is everywhere.
Close your eyes and never forget
She is there in your Garden of life.
j.e.
~If you feel a stirring in your heart, listen to it, feel it, and express it in whichever way comes to you. The way to the heart is through the heart. It will be okay, you'll see. ~ Much Love ~
**missed (sorry about the typo)
Bits and pieces comes back to me of the good ole days... seeing through your eyes knowing that for some of them i was right there by your side... hindsight maybe 20/20 However I certainly without a doubt would not want to change anything- i have no regrets of choices I’ve made then, they made me the person i am today. And the lessons I learned from numerous beautiful humans that had gone ahead of us are priceless. Thank you for opening your heart through your blog Jody... i look forward to reminisce with you and also get to know the Jody that I kissed specially during your time in Oregon.