Inspiration for living well...

Isn't it amazing that what we truly need always finds its way to us in this busy universe of ours, even through all the world chaos and 3G and 4G wireless signals...

What I seem to need and attract is inspiration for living a beautiful life.

When I was younger, I just lived and processed experiences, followed by boredom, followed by the next experience... (you get it...)

Until one day, when I came across a precious book, that taught me to look for beauty in every frame that comes across my lens and then create a lovely journey by putting one beautiful frame after the next.

So it was that in my early twenties, I landed on a path of looking for joyful simplicities in everyday life....

A little while later, my mother was introduced and subsequently introduced me to another precious book. This book, which I could not read nor understand without the help of a scholar on the subject, profoundly opened my eyes to the possibility of living in a world that is all love, all creativity, all peace, all joy... I was in my late twenties. Going through a petty heartbreak. Needed something to get through that day. And boy did I get a beautiful and meaningful answer to a rather trivial question at the time... Another life changing inspiration, which is the topic of another blog posting...

And so the inspirations have found me through the days and the years... reminding me (and sometimes dragging me kicking and screaming, and sometimes making me jump with excitement) to stay present and look towards the light, finding beauty no matter where you stand... not that I am good at it mind you, but my heart aspires to it...

And not every inspiration that finds me is profound, but all are special and meaningful to my journey... Yesterday, this one found me, at the check out aisle, at Safeway, when I was so tired and spent that I forgot to even look at it when I got home. But today, my tank is full with ideas for special family meals, and weekend hikes around the Bay, and short getaways with my lovely Mr. Urban and sweet girl...

And remember, to create a lovely piece of art, you can get ideas from all around you... who cares if you copy.... it's still your art work!

So go ahead and find your inspiration wherever it might be. Or better yet, let them find you, and keep on finding you....

Ten cute things inspiring me right now...

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