So, my daughter thinks I should write a book. That's got to be a pretty high compliment, right? But where to start. You don't become a writer by thinking. Although that could help I suppose. And if I write here, it doesn't disappear when the hard drive crashes without being backed up! Which may or may not be a good thing.
Tonight's thoughts - Barack O'bama won this election because he was inspiring. I didn't even vote for him and still found him inspiring... I tried to think of the last time I was inspired by a politician. Could think of recently being inspired by watching a hawk fly low along the river valley road and a deer bouncing along at dusk. Even inspired by the light created by snow on the ground while walking the dog in the dark at 2:00am. Easing a Bentley convertible up to 100 mph on highway 40 for about 2 miles. Trying on a deliciously soft beaver coat. (Politically incorrect to be sure, but nevertheless inspiring). Watching Slumdog Millionaire, and reading the notes my husband takes of the Sunday message at our church.
But a politician....not in my voting lifetime. Until now. And it isn't that he knows what to do, who could? Let's be real. No one knows what to do. It is what he produces in people. And isn't THAT really what inspiration IS? One can't 'be' inspiring without producing something positive in someone else. Perhaps it is this tapping into our collective desire to be better, to be more of the best we have, that is really inspiration.
Whatever, it's bedtime. At least I wrote something.
