I call my blog the Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration.
Sometimes I wonder if the very title is a lie. It’s my blog and I’m not eternal. No one is.
Recently, a major source of inspiration dried up, was reclaimed as something I can no longer use.
It wasn’t eternal, any more than I am, but our words remain as long as people read and remember them.
Perhaps this is enough for a writer to be eternal. To be read and remembered.
Perhaps my Cauldron will bubble as long as there’s something to add, stirring the creative juices, sparking creativity in others.
For that’s what inspiration is to me; a creative spark which feels like magic, motivating us to act. When we act, we build, shape, and write.
Something comes into being from acting upon our imaginations. This has always felt like magic. This is what inspiration is to me.
It doesn’t have to die. It can continue; sparkling, bubbling, flashing in our minds; until someone decides to do something with it.
As long as there’s someone, acting upon that impulse, inspiration will live.
I’ve just got to keep feeding my impulse and acting upon it, encouraging others to do the same.
Eternity may be something we create, all of us.
It’s up to us, how eternal inspiration will be.