I’m always looking for it.
When my kids were little, sometimes it was simply inspiration to get me through the day with a smile on my face.
Or inspiration to trust that I knew what to do, and that everything would turn out all right.
I still look for inspiration on that one.
I remember thinking that there must be some secret handbook that I missed out on – you know, the one that had all the parenting answers?
I never have found it, so I decided to write my own. That’s when my blog, mamawolfe, was born. It’s kind of when I was born, too.
I realized that just like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, everything I really needed was inside of me-I just needed to get quiet and trust that the answers would come when I needed them.
Some people call that prayer. I call it writing. Walking. Meditating. Slowing down. Getting outside. Centering.
It’s been twenty years since I started to become mamawolfe – twenty years of loving fiercely and thinking deeply. It’s funny how having kids can turn us into the people we were always meant to be, isn’t it?
This month Bonbon Break launched their “Inspire” series, and my essay about small and mighty moments is one of the to be first published. I wrote it at the end of the summer, when I was struggling with change (one of my triggers, I’m learning). I’d just finished an end of the summer family trip to Yosemite, full of love and laughs and fresh air and mind-blowing views. And lots of time to think as I walked along the trails, feeling small yet mighty in the midst of all that majestic beauty.
I realized that when I need inspiration, looking for the extraordinary in the ordinary, being present right here, right now, and looking for the big messages in smallest of moments will usually give me the answers I’m looking for.
I’d love to have you check out my post, “Small and Mighty Moments”, and let me know where you find inspiration. I can use all the advice I can get!
And be sure to check in all month with Bonbon Break as they continue to share inspirational wisdom from their group of talented writers.