Inspired

I should really be going to bed right now, but instead my mind is racing with possibilities. What possibilities I'm not exactly sure, they are lurking just below the realm of definite thought. My tummy is tingling with anticipation, my fingers are itching with unspent energy and I am sitting here relishing the moment. Once I feel the spurt of inspiration there is no stopping it. I think and I dream and I just have to get it out somehow. Sometimes it is to the not so awake ear of my hubby as he is trying to fall asleep at night. Sometimes it is through a fury of flying paint as I attack my canvas with passion. Sometimes it is the aimless wandering of my pen across the paper, swirly and twirly and fun. Sometimes it is furiously writing my ideas before the escape back into unconsciousness, or writing a memo to myself to remember my AHA. No matter what it is glorious and fun. It is venturing into the unknown, the unread, unseen, unthought. It is hope. It is joy. It is destiny. It is the possibility of a new tomorrow.

It is Release.

It is a Dream.

It is Passion.

It is Romance.

It is a Journey.

It is a Destination.

It is Expression.

It is Divine.
It is Inspiration.