June 8, 2003

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  Dance with me I learned a long time ago that inspiration doesn’t wait. When it comes, it’s as jealous as a lover. It wants your complete attention and affection. If you make the mistake of not listening when she speaks, she becomes one of those dreams you wish you could remember. A wonderful visitation from which you didn’t get enough. Similar to love, you can pretend to have it, but if it’s not genuine it won’t produce good fruit. As amazing as it is to know there are millions of songs out there, countless of drawings, photographs, paintings, recipes…imagine how many more are yet to exist. How many songs are born only to die inside a single soul? Beautiful for a moment but soon forgotten – replaced by the every day constants of life. And yet, inspiration comes again. She tries and tries to move you to react. To get you to share who you are and the you you are yet to discover. It wants to change your world and take you closer to your destiny. To that place in which you can finally breathe. This is what I was meant to be! The rhythms inside of you finally coming to the surface where others can join in the dance. The beginning of a life really worth living. Inspiration: a divine influence; sacred revelation; the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions. Think about it. Write about it. When it comes, talk about it. Don’t let it pass you by. If you always know what steps to take, you are not listening. You can walk and not move. Ever feel that way? Don’t be afraid to take a left instead of a right from time to time. When inspiration strikes, let it take over and roll with it baby. Dance with me.

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