The stuff hope is made of
Downtown Durham, North Carolina | © Christy Hydeck - Click to see larger!
Often it is at the most unexpected of places, in the most unexpected of moments that inspiration grabs hold of us and renders us just a bit... well, speechless ... if even for just the slightest of seconds.
You see, directly across from the American Tobacco Historic District in Downtown Durham, under what I believe is the Durham Freeway, is this makeshift sort of parking lot . You know the type: your everyday cement-slabbed-over-run-with-gravel-and-last-nights-beer-bottles sort of corner that really doesn't strike one as anything but ordinary. In fact, ordinary is being kind - most people wouldn't see a speck of beauty amidst the rubble.
I am sure you know the drill: as we parked the car my head was buried within my purse, gathering my essentials, prepping my camera bag, checking my phone for messages .. just lost in the boring, everday mundane details we let consume our time. Imagine my delight when I broke from that awful normal .. and looked up to discover that quote.
I stopped.
I inhaled, deeply.
I stared. Mesmerized.
I took it all in.
That perfectly imperfect, hand written, drippy, inked up blob... I found it to be an absolutely beautiful sort of mess. I found the words beautiful, the penmanship beautiful, I found the act of whomever took the time to create it there... well, beautiful. It made that dreary space.. you guessed it.. beautiful.
Here's a close-up:
"At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love." -Che Guevara
I have always loved how words guide me.. how they ever-so-gracefully float around within my busy head and resonate deep inside of me. They give me this new sort of sight - that day in particular - because of that particular beauty - I began seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary prominently - the glorious patterns and rustic colors of the vines along the cracked pavement.. the ray of sunlight illuminating the tiniest of weeds poking through the gravel... that sight .. is nothing short of magical.
Truly, it is just that ... m a g i c a l. It is the sort of thing hope is built upon.
It is the sort of thing that doesn't cost a dime.
That perspective, that gratitude and appreciation for what we have, what is there, what surrounds us... is what I believe to be the backbone of not only creativity, but happiness.
Wow.
Powerful.
Each of us has oh-so-many blessings and regardless of where we may be at any given moment in our lives, beauty, inspiration and metaphors surround us.. they are plentiful... we can find and even create it in the most unexpected of places... the trick is to not get so wrapped up in the mundane details that we are blinded to it.
Where have you found your unexpected inspirations?
Chrysti
