I should always write when I’m feeling effusive. That’s when the poetry comes. When I’m out walking with my son. Or staring into our new babies’ eyes and he smiles. Or when I’m drinking good red wine and missing my mom.
Inspiration strikes and what do we do? Feel it for a moment. Maybe ignore it. Push it away for another time.
But there is no other time. Feel it. Deeply. Let it fill you. Do something with it.
Write. Sing. Dance. Call someone. Say “I love you.” Hug. Kiss. Talk. Listen. Paint. Whatever it is do it. Stop wasting these brilliant moments. These gifts. No strings. They are free and flow to us without limit or constraint.
We are lucky to have the ability to let our emotions flow. And when we embrace them that is when our souls turn into art.
