I seem to wake up between around 1 and 3 am in the mornings and can’t go back to sleep. This seems to be my thinking time lately. I must say I have so much to write about at this time too, only think is that it’s too cold to go slopping off to the computer.
In the wee hours of this morning the thought of a man I used to know popped into my mind. Odd that, how things just pop in. He was a sculptor; he worked with different types of metals. When I was much younger I loved visiting art exhibitions and this is where I met him. He was also related to the family in a distant sort of way. His creations were amazing and so creative, also very abstract. So one day, whilst admiring his work, he wanted to know what I thought about his work. Naturally I told him that I thought his work was wonderful but I was picturing a bird, an eagle a very powerful eagle, sculpted in his style with all the pieces of metal and much less abstract. Moving on a few years after that, I saw him again at an exhibition. His exhibition consisted of predatory birds, it was amazing. He remembered me when I came to look. I complimented him on his amazing work and he said…”you know it’s because of you that I created these pieces, you were an inspiration to me.” I’ve always remembered that, that I was an inspiration at that moment in time to such a creative person. It’s one of those things I smile to myself about.
This got me thinking about being inspiring though. Inspiring someone does not have to be a grand affair. When I was very young someone was very, very kind to me when I needed it the most. I will never forget that lady and I will never forget my gratitude in receiving that kindess. She taught me a lesson, she inspired me, something I will never forget, and that is to be kind, always and forever. I dont think she would have any clue how much she infected me with her kindness.
We might never know when we are an inspiration to others…