So many things in my world can be described this way. In fact, I describe most of my days this way.
The delicate beauty and inspiration found in the soft fluttering wings of a hummingbird, to the raw, intense beauty and inspiration felt during a thunderstorm. I am grateful to experience both.
My latest inspiration comes from my lilies. I have many, you see, and even though summer is marching past far to quick, they continue to bloom. A reminder to me that summer is still here, and we should not rush its passage. We are human, however, and tend to dwell on what is ahead.
Live in the now is a far better idea.
These are my back garden lilies. There is 1 more still to bloom. How can I not find inspiration in this?
I think the middle one is going to make it into this novel I am writing. (Or the next) I do write fantasy, so having a white lily with a yellow center have some signifigance is required…right? It will be rare, of course, and quite difficult to find. A harrowing quest to save someone who is dying. The lily being the only way to counteract a poison/venom/disease. Or perhaps, it is the poison.
So easy to find inspiration in the beauty of a lily. How can I not be grateful for this amazing life I have been given?
All that is left would be to keep Vader from playing in them.