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I tend to wait for it to wash over and through me like a ray of sun through a billowy cloud, a spring breeze wafting through the trees, my children’s laughter  raining down from the swing as it twirls up high in the air; the sight of a bloom pushing through the dirt or off of a thin twig as I come upon it on my walk, treating inspiration as a force of nature that comes into my senses rather than created by me at will. Early on in my nursing years it came most frequently in the night as I would wake to the rustle of little mews calling me back from sleep. I could count on it to cloud my brain as the oxytocin released and I relaxed into the simple act of feeding one of the babies. I’d grab a notebook or move us to the computer to type my thoughts into the narrative of our days. Soaking in the images of our days and their years and trying to preserve them to relive and help me see the humor once some distance had eased my view. As these times fade away and tumble from our days and nights though, the children they grow away, nurse less, question more, race away from quiet moments and I find a quiet moment to reflect harder and harder to come by. When I can stop my brain and look at what’s in front of me, when the children are happily playing, reading, coloring and climbing and I see them anew through my camera lens- and then again on my computer screen as I adjust the colors to show their bright, shiny moments I feel the happy melt-up of creativity burst into my brain and heart and my smile plays on my lips. These moments though- in the busy days of raising young and wild little bursts of energy are hard to predict. I need to find a way to purposely bring them to me, because I don’t want the feeling of inspiration to fade as time marches on. Even now- this post was made through multiple requests, questions, pauses and instead of cleaning, laundry, cooking and homework- all of which is calling louder and louder so that I can’t ignore it.