tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557116888199383612.post2572139115279849536..comments2023-01-18T00:48:54.583-08:00Comments on Chanctetinyea's Blog: RenaissanceChanctetinyea Ouellettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07332988283174839582noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557116888199383612.post-16398962583372275442010-06-23T02:27:06.653-07:002010-06-23T02:27:06.653-07:00PS : WHY can I write here like THIS and not "...PS : WHY can I write here like THIS and not "there"? Hey stranger, maybe I am beginning to care for you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07319601977209228252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557116888199383612.post-35642185649480881182010-06-22T22:49:04.136-07:002010-06-22T22:49:04.136-07:00Hi stranger! It's 1:29 and I am waiting for my...Hi stranger! It's 1:29 and I am waiting for my lunch.. it is terribly warm and humid but our dumb weather bureau says that we should rejoice anyway because the typhoons are coming... and we'll have rain soon:) Oh yeah, some parts of this noisy city will probably have to stand the flood too.. but, we accept it anyway -- and some are happy that the typhoon season (yah know.. with the 150 mph and above winds... is coming!!!! ) <br /><br />Inspiration?... can anyone even define what that word means? What color is it? WHAT is it? What shapes it? How do we know or feel when it's really THERE? Do we know for certainty when/how/why/when inspiration leaves us? You really don't, do you? <br /><br />WE look at some majestic piece of creation (I believe in God) and we smugly declare that we're so inspired. We see the sunset and we are driven to write a poem... we smell the floral scents in some garden pathway and we get in the mood to put such a "pleasant" sensory experience in words.... or we hear a song and we suddenly want to write something about it.(Like "ode to Adam Sandler for his "I LOve Grape Jelly Song") Hey maybe I'll do that :) <br /><br />Yet, some of the great books and poems were written by men and women inside there prison cells. There were no sunsets, flowers, gardens, or even the feel of the cozy rain to help them create. <br /><br />You say you feel the world has lost its magic. I say that that THAT magic is always there particularly when you don't HAVE TO find it. If you feel or think it's gone.. let that feeling go. It will come back. Seems that the more we "hold on" to the things and feelings we think define our individual lives, the more we lose them. <br /><br />You say you've lost inspiration. Tell me then how can you give me something you say you've lost? <br /><br />Be well. Be good to yourself. The world is a village and you are my neighbor. <br /><br />Inspiration is like a naughty genie... it suddenly seems to vanish.. it teases you and you get upset. But then again, it always comes back.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07319601977209228252noreply@blogger.com