I felt a breeze of Australia today. I was putting Maisley in her car seat and out of nowhere this rush of air came through me like a whisper on a whim.
The sun, a smell, the air.
It was transporting and invigorating. It filled up my wanderlust tank in a split second. It was Australia, in Carlsbad. I felt it.
Australia is my daydreamer’s paradise. The place she goes while sitting in traffic or on a walk with Maisley. Specific spots all around the city come flooding into her: Watson’s bay, the coastal walk, Lord Nelson’s Brewery.
Sometimes I think those rush of beautiful memories are more divine than just a daydream. As if they come straight from the Mother Nature and God collective. Those two creators sit amongst the stars, gleefully sending us beautiful signs of wonder right in front of us, and wonder we once knew.
I asked a fellow creative today how her ideas come to her. Are they abstract? Concrete? Do they come in color, words, images?
She then returned the question.
An idea or thought typically comes into my mind either from something someone said, or a little pop from another train of thought. It floats around the chatter of my mind for a few days.
From the front, to the back, to the front again. It persists. Sometimes it bothers me.
A few other ideas begin circulating.
Then, without warning, a bigger idea comes into the flow. I call this thought, “the closer”. It comes in hot. It’s an idea that somehow makes the other ideas fit into a story or narrative. Then I write without hesitation. With freedom and ferocity.
Whatever the source, I’m just happy to get a breath of my soul place and a visit from creativity every now and again.