Lately, I've been feeling uninspired. Every time I sit down and write I often feel like I'm writing about the same thing. I've been reading books with a ravenous appetite, hoping that a sentence, a paragraph, or a word can conjure up poetry and magic and float through me.
I've always loved writing for it's cathartic nature and also to let my imagination run wild. I love writing for people. I love writing for myself. But lately, it seems I can't express myself the way I want and that is frustrating.
So I write this to remember magical moments that inspired a spark inside me. I write this to hopefully stir the poet inside me. I will write about my favorite things, my favorite memories, the pieces of my life I cling to with love and stars in my heart and belly.
I loved the hot sand between my toes as a child in Mansfield Grove - a magical enclave of summer cabins made in the 1900's turned into cozy cottages surrounded by a private beach. I remember the splash of a cool, Long Island Sound wave crash over me. I remember how colorful my bathing suits were and how by the end of August they faded just like summer. I remember as a teenage wearing a long maxi dress and dipping my toes in the water and a wave crashed over me. I can't think of a time where I felt so released from teenage sadness. I remember laughing and swimming, two things I seem to have abandoned after my father died.
I still love the magic and splendor of the Lighthouse carousel - all the chipped pastel horses, the jewelry box music, the white lights and smell of the ocean right there.
I fell in love with my husband (then boyfriend) all through our adventures in Northampton, Massachusetts. I could write novels and novels of the colorful and vibrant downtown with their art galleries, bustling coffee shops and vintage boutiques. We got married there, counted down a new year there and in between walked in the sunshine (and rainstorms) taking in all the music and art and wonder.
I try to remember all the places, all the people all the little things that speak to my heart so I can feel inspired, so I can write and glide through a life with a poet's glow.