Do you remember the first time you cast a line into your favorite fishing hole? You know-the one that fills your mind as you watch the autumn leaves receive their glory through the window in your office. What about that spot on the end of your favorite trail? The spot that few have discovered and even fewer risk the necessary time and energy to reach. That place.
Do you remember these initial experiences? Something draws us back here over and over again. But what could it be that draws us? It is the experience we have in this place that is likely unattainable in any other environment. Our distractions are removed, and our entire effort is focused on that next cast, or the next revelation we receive as we listen to our spirits commune with our heavenly Father.
Ok, Jason, this sounds great-but what does it have to do with me? The reality is that it has everything to do with you. And me. And every one of our fellow human beings. The demands of our daily lives slowly rob us of our creative potential and eventually drain our spirits. We spend hour after hour trying to be all that we can be-only to fall short over and over again. These inspirational experiences refill our tanks and bridge the chasms that separate us from who were created to be.
Many of us seem to make time for others-which we must-but we often neglect ourselves in the process. I have a tendency to neglect these necessary “recharges” on an all-too-regular basis. Then I find myself there once again-a creative slump. I struggle to find something to write about or something to photograph. Or I’m so burned out that I can’t be the husband that my wonderful wife needs, or the father that my beautiful daughter needs to lead her. Woe to me for neglecting this vital part of my existence!!!!
What do I have to lose by disconnecting for a few hours, or even a few days? Might I neglect a few emails that could be returned? Or some task on a list that really doesn’t amount to anything in the big picture? Perhaps I’m worried that I might discover my true self and unlock the fullness of my potential-the very thing I was created for? Who am I really shortchanging here?
You see, without inspiration, we grow stale. The same ideas and experiences drive us to repeat the same actions over and over again, with the same results. When we refuse to be inspired, we choose to stay in that same rut that we can’t seem to pull out of. But when we allow ourselves to be inspired, our chains are broken and we are free to create again.
The horn at the dam sounds in the distance. They are about to release enough water through the turbines to completely transform this lazy mountain river I’ve temporarily occupied. I’d better move my chair.