I need more time to think about inspiration before I post something big and juicy about it. I have so many ideas running through my head, but it hasn’t fallen into place yet. I can still see cracks in my logic and curiosity in my heart. I want to work through some of that before I share it.

And so I’m wondering what to write.

What should I say?

Should I share my exploration?

Should I write something completely unrelated just to keep my word to post?

Or should I do exactly what I’m doing and see what happens? Clearly I’ve chosen this route.

Inspiration is not what it seems. That’s all I know. Nothing is what it seems. I find that so interesting.

Today, on my walk, I was thinking about returning to Africa. A little voice in my heart said, all you have to do it walk. Give that I’ve walked across Spain twice, I immediately imagined myself walking all the way to somewhere in Africa. That would be a long (and wet) journey. But then I imagined myself walking home. Walking to the car. Walking in the airport. Walking onto the plane. And stepping off in Africa. Then I thought, well I would certainly need some money to do that. So I’d have to walk to work. Walk around work. Walk home. Do that until I have enough money.

Then I had this weird insight that I hope I can describe. All of life and all of the world happens through the movement of arms, legs, and brains. That’s it. 4 limbs (and sometimes not even that many) and one brain per person (no smart-ass remarks here, Shoshanna) make people’s lives go round. Can you think of anything that we do that doesn’t use one of those things?

So picture a bunch of limbs and brains running our world. Forget about personalities, social constructs, political paradigms, and all of that other stuff. Forget about all of the complications in your life and the myriad nuances that make you, you, and others, others. Just fuggedaboutit.

All you are is a set of limbs and a brain.

Now I’m not saying I’m right. This is just the quirky image and insight I had in my brain as I walked with my limbs this morning.

So what does all of this have to do with inspiration? I’m not exactly sure. That’s what I’m still sorting out for myself. But it has something to do with the meaning and significance we add to inspiration which is actually something that only exists in our brains. There is no inspiration out there. There is only inspiration in here. And maybe when two people are inspired by each other, all that’s happening is that what’s in here in each person is simultaneously being out there to ultimately be out here.

Thinks just got wacky. I know.

In love and liminality,

Annie Rose