It’s Monday, March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day. A gentle snow is falling and has been all night long. I awoke this morning with a sense of calm instead of my usual-of-late “Oh my GOD! It’s snowing AGAIN!” I’m not sure why. I guess on some level I know that Mother Nature is sending me this one last gift to savor the slow. And so I abide her wishes.
I rescheduled my gym workout until later in the week, brewed a cup of peach flavored hot tea and retreated back in bed with a stack of books, a notebook, a pen, and my trusty iPad (of course).
This may sound silly but one of the times I feel most creative is in bed….during that twilight pause between sound slumber and the start of the day when I dream of infinite possibilities for my life and work. Today I’m going to harness that feeling by working with my pillows propped high, my grandmother’s quilt pulled high over my lap and the blinds wide open to remind me of this stolen opportunity.
The week ahead promises to be a busy one filled with trainings and meetings. But first on my agenda is to produce a description, outline and learning objectives for a presentation I’m giving in June.
I’ll let you in on a little secret, I struggle to define a presentation I won’t give until June so definitively this early in the game but I must. The organization needs to apply for the needed credits for their participants. It is not uncommon, in fact most often the norm, that my best work also comes during the twilight before a presentation… the week before… the night before even. I have on many occasions during my career rewritten an entire speech after waking up in the middle of the night before the big event only to find the new speech to be EXACTLY what I had been hoping for. (And yielded just the right reaction from the audience it was intended for!) But it needed time to arrive, to percolate, to enter my conscious during that creative twilight phase when I’m not trying to force it, rather let the words come to me, unplanned.
But at this moment, surrounded by warmth, seclusion, comfort, snow, tea, and all the things that seduce my creative spirit into awakening, I begin the process. And as I glanced out my window in search of just the right word, I spied a ruby against Nature’s pearl. A Cardinal! My inspiration!
It’s time for work!