Sometimes inspiration strikes hard. Sometimes it’s a small whisper.
Today it was a slap in the face.
*Pay attention to me. Paint this.*
I was walking on my favourite forest path and it felt like I could hear everything. Every bird song. Every small critter rustling in the grass. Every snap of a twig. Every footstep. Every single sound.
I was almost back to where I began when I felt the prompt.
“I don’t paint.”
*You have the paint. It’s colours. It’s yours. Go home. Paint this.*
This was my intuition guiding me. I’ve learned not to argue because when I create from this feeling the results are beautiful. They’re above my pay-grade, so to speak.
I love this life and I love the feeling of inspiration when it comes.
The most important thing is to pay attention. Practice paying attention within as often as you can. The results are most divine.