Posts Tagged ‘inspiration’
Only in my early 20s did I learn the global importance of International Women’s Day with streets full of women around the world coming together in solidarity. This day is about empowerment and equal rights.
The 2012 theme is “connecting girls, inspiring futures,” which has gotten me thinking about all of the inspiring connections that surround us every day. In my everyday I come into contact with female colleagues and friends, all that are passionate about what they do. They are writers, filmmakers, doctors, lawyers, humanitarians and vagabonds, and every single thing in between.
What does it mean to be a woman? A lot of things.
Stormy water hits a calm beach.
Nature is about balance; the coming and going, the ebb and flow.
This got me thinking about the ebb and flow of opportunities for risk that come and go every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
We are inundated with opportunities. The question is what we do with them.
It’s this simple: If I never try anything, I never learn anything. If I never take a risk, I stay where I am. If I go ahead and do it, that affects how much I continue wanting to do it. When I hold myself back, I trade appearances for the opportunity to find out what I am like. – Hugh Prather
Good words from director and author of Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi:
Life is too short and we cannot spoil it. I don’t have 300 years in front of me. So I just do the things that I really want to do at the moment because that’s the only way you will do them well. If you don’t believe in yourself, it won’t work.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. -Anais Nin
Ideas come when you:
say yes more often.
are open to inspiration.
celebrate the ordinary.
surround yourself with creatives.
[File under: life reminders.]
We are depriving ourselves of every opportunity for disconnection. And our imaginations suffer the consequences.
Nature fuels creativity, as is clear spending time at the Banff Centre forBanff Mountain Film and Book Festival. Our brains need time to disconnect, to readjust to a more natural rhythm, one that begins with a sunrise over the peaks and an afternoon of alpenglow. One where the sound of a raging river is ever present. One where clean air is a given. One where you take in the natural world, not because you choose to go out on an afternoon hike, or take a weekend drive to the country.
A decade ago, I spent an entire month in the backcountry. I refused to go to sleep before seeing a shooting star.
Last weekend I was reminded of that time. There were no shooting stars, but the moon was bright, the night was clear and the red rock perfect for sleeping on.