Inspiration Kicks In

Guess it's easier to blog when you don't have a job!

Last night I went to an amazing wedding for my dear friends, Jeff and Anne. I love them so, and I loved every speck of their wedding. They both are awesome people and fantastic musicians.

I wore my sister's turquoise dress to the wedding and it was just one of those days that I actually felt SEMI put-together! It is a RARE RARE occasion that I feel such. But I got a little of my style inspiration from watching the beautiful Mary Louise Parker in Weeds lately. Her hairstyles kill me, they are so adorable. So I tried one of them out and I am gonna sport it way more oft. It's just two pigtails but then you kind of ball them up and pin them so that your hair isn't hanging down, it's like two little fluff pumpkins...... I felt really comfortable in my sister's garb as well, and I have never gotten so many compliments on a freakin' dress. So thanks Bun...I needed a little pick-me-up! (I took a bunch of pics but none of myself so I will post the dress in a pic with dear Heather wearing it to her brother in-law's weddin last year)



Anyhow. So I've been feeling full of happiness. Full of inspiration. Excited about nothing really, just life in general and all of it's possibilities. I think perhaps some of this comes from quitting waitressing for awhile, even though I love the work that it is. There are just too many unreasonable restaurant-owners in the world! And one day, when I have my own cafe, I am NOT GOING TO BE ONE OF THEM. But for now, I think the universe/God has been trying to tell me something. Maybe it has to do with what I can accomplish if I change direction and go to school, or funnel more vision into music, or just take a break and try something new because the economy is NOT going to be horrible forever and there will always be waitressing out there waiting for me if I want it. But for now, thanks to my hardworking husband!, I seek inspiration. And for now, I have found it. This video below is a little taste of the loveliness that I witnessed at Jeff and Anne's wedding!



Inspiration! I have found it in the full moon tonight, with streaky stringy clouds of light wisped around it like a spider-web shroud. I have found it in this morning's haze of a hangover, when the sun shone brightly through my sunroof and heated up the dizziness but it only felt awakening and good. I found it big, thirsty, icy gulps of water afterwards. I found it in listening to dance music from the 80's on my way to the wedding last night, I found it in the keg of Racer 5 we all shared there. I found it written on all the beautiful people's faces, in their gleaming indie dresses and shiny shoes and stripy ascots and ties and in their glorious young smiles, in the meeting of new friends and the greeting of old ones. I found it writing a new song on the piano, trying to mimic arpeggios of the 1960s. I found it in the river, I found it in the golden valleys and glowing hillsides of this old Gold Rush land as I passed through the canyon from one Old Gold Town towards another. I found it in the somewhat frantic meow of my girl-cat today as she beckoned me to come get my gift from her, a very alive and pretty cute lizard. And most of all, I have found it in the warmth and kindness and greenery of this California summertime. Inspiration, I have noticed with my new fresh summer eyes, is everywhere. And then tonight I thought of this quote on a wall-hanging that my parents used to have, and I wanted to know who it was by. So I googled it -the first sentence that is- which is all that the wall-hanging said..."Youth is not a time of life- it is a state of mind." Needless to say, I was quite smitten with what the rest of it said, having never read it before.

“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigour of the emotions; it is the freshness of deep springs of life.

Youth means temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. “This often exists in a man of 60 more than in a boy of 20. Nobody grows older merely by a number of years. We grow older by deserting our ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bow the heart and turn the spirit back to dust.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living.

In the centre of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, courage and power from man and from the Infinite, so long are you young.

When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20; but as long as the aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope that you may die young at 80."