April 4, 2014

Here Comes The Sun and I Can Fly Again

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Little darling
It's been a long, cold lonely winter
Little darling
It feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Little darling
The smiles returning to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling
I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right

Harrison wrote this song in April, 1969 (the year I was born) in the midst of personal troubles, group's business and legal issues, overshadowing the band's creativity, and mostly the much colder winter in England that "goes on forever; by the time spring comes you really deserve it."(G. Harrison, Anthology).
At this very moment, I feel greatly connected to every single word in these simple lyrics...
It's been a long, cold, bone-chilling winter. The winter that drained my energy and almost assassinated my inspiration and passion for writing and photography. And, I love winter! The truth is, I love all seasons and feel blessed to be living my life following such an amazing rhythm of the earth. Yet, this winter was way too long and harsh. It put me in all kinds of bubbles. Bubbles that blurred the beauty of the season to me, sometimes even the entire world. Bubbles that made me doubt my photography and sharing it on the blog (who wants to see and read my prose anyway?). Bubbles that made me feel lost in comparing myself to others, or to my own high expectations...
Then, one morning, on my walk with Charlie, I found a tiny, little bird nest, in the middle of a sidewalk, in front of my boots. I held the perfect nest, the size of my palm, in my mitten. I looked up for a tree or some sort of sight where the nest dropped down from. I couldn't find anything. I looked at the nest, nested in my hand and felt as I was holding a bird, a tiny, little bird that was flapping its fragile wings to build muscles. Later on, he tried to lift them high above in the air, and fell on the ground; the mother put him back to the nest. He tried again the fly-hope things, and practised with his whole being day after day, rain or snow, cold or heat until gradually refined his innate ability into a finally tuned skill. He failed over and over again while one ordinary day, the parental bird pushed the little one off the nest and suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, he forced his wing to unfold for one last time and begun his flight straight up to the sun.... and left this nest (for me to find it). 

          “Help me,” he said very quietly, speaking in the way that the dying speak. “I want to fly more than anything else in the world…” 
        ”Come along then,” said Jonathan. “Climb with me away from the ground, and we’ll begin.” 
          ”You don’t understand.  My wing. I can’t move my wing.” 
       ”Maynard Gull, you have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way..."
          ”Are you saying I can fly?” 
           ”I say you are free.” 
 As simply and as quickly as that, Kirk Maynard Gull spread his wings, effortlessly, and lifted into the dark night air. The Flock was roused from sleep by his cry, as loud as he could scream it, from five hundred feet up; " I can fly! Listen! I CAN FLY!"

The warm blood in my veins was burning my entire body. The upper left side of my back under the rib cage was suddenly in pain. Undefined formation was trying to emerge through my flesh and... burst the bubbles. I folded my right hand and touched the spot on my back. 
It felt like a wing... was about to grow.

Then came the sun, and I said It's alright...

What do you do when you are feeling uninspired, dear friends?  How do you boost your creativity and get your creative Mojo back?

* quote by Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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  1. I cannot tell you how much I can understand what you are saying DEAR SYLVIA! I have missed you terribly! Oh please, please come and visit me? So many people have stopped blogging and I wonder if it is because of the winter? I TOO am pretty good about handling winter, but this was a bad one. We had a beautiful melting period but last night, we got socked with another foot of snow. However, much of it melted away today!

    This song has been on my mind and I was going to use it for one of my posts, but I have another idea for my post after Easter. How do I handle these times of setback and not being inspired? I TALK TO MY FRIENDS. That is how I get my mojo back. I have to talk to people.

    Your photos are as glorious as ever. Thank you for coming back to be with us. Please know you have been greatly missed! Anita

  2. Good evening dearest Sylvia!

    Your eloquence is a balm tonight as I sit here and enjoy writing my poetry. It's those small, simple things that you love that I love as well, and love me right back. We are made of small moments, I believe.

    I am glad to hear that your dear father had a successful procedure. Family support and outdoor activities with fresh air will be so good for him! And for your dear friend, may she find perfect healing as well. Enjoy your weekend, and onward to spring for us! BISOUS, Anita

  3. I relish every post here and every photo you have on IG. I feel like I want to step through the photo into your home because your pictures make me certain that I would find it full of peace and beauty and find that you are as lovely as your photos.

  4. I'm so glad you found your mojo and have come back to share your beautiful photos, stylings and writing. It's like opening a page of a beautiful book when I open your blog posts. Truly it is. You have a gifted way with photos and words and I guess like every artist you have your downtimes due to lack of inspiration. I've noticed several bloggers are taking a break right now. I have cut back on my posts too. My posts are mostly photos of what I see around me and nature but it's just a bit tired to be still posting about snow well into April. We still have 4 - 5 feet of snow in places. It is a very late spring so I am very uninspired. lol It will come though......spring, creativity, inspiration and the photos documenting it all. Here comes the sun....it's alright.

  5. This is such a great write my dear Sylvia. I usually feel this way during Jan and Feb, but luckily not this year.We had the mildest winter and that is not at all what we are used to here. So I escaped these feelings this year, but some past winters have been hard on me. When I am feeling uninspired and un-creative, I know that for me it is just the way it is. I have been like that for as long as I can remember, so I always know it will pass. One of the things I do in these times is to define what extra clutter I have going on in my life, whether it is in my house or in my mind, and go to work on clearing it away. I find that my balance returns and creative thoughts flood my mind and I am back on track.
    I really enjoyed this post my dear and loved every gorgeous photo!

  6. I'm so glad to find your blog again! I had followed you on Bloglovin' but for some reason, I could never see your blog there. I signed up to get your posts by email.
    I wish I had a remedy for finding creativity! For me, it comes and goes depending on the season and what's happening in my life. Sometimes trying a different media works, other times I need to clear some space (literally and figuratively). Your photos are gorgeous and your words always inspiring, Sylvia!
    Happy Spring!

  7. What magazine is under the journal in one of the pictures? Looks interesting. Thank you Nd happy spring

  8. I just love your work and creativity! The warm sunshine will warm you and get your mojo in gear :)
    Happy Spring, Nathalie

  9. Dear Sylvia,

    Happy to hear you are feeling better and you got your creativity back. The last couple of months have been the same for me. Now it's spring time, things seem to change. Hurray to that!! I thought it would never get back :-)

    Your photo's look beautiful as ever. Lover the dark touch, the details....and off course that great song of one of my favourite bands!

    Happy week!

    Madelief x

  10. So glad you've found your inspiration again. Winter can be a time for hibernating and Spring

    So glad you found your inspiration. Winter can be tough - maybe we should just take the lead from nature and hibernate until spring.
    I love your beautiful photos - they are where I find inspiration.

  11. Dear Sylvia, I just love your photos and your words. They are so poetic! I'm glad you get your inspiration back, but I can't believe it was ever really lost ;) Enjoy the spring!
    Warm greetings from germany

  12. This is such a beautiful thoughtful post. And the photos are exquisite, of course! I just wait when the well runs dry. Sometimes I have to go through the motions. But I never worry. It means that it's time for putting more things in than for producing. We have our seasons too.

  13. Definitely for me, it's being
    able to be out in nature.
    The second fuel for my
    creativity is exercise ~ the
    blood pumping and my
    beating heart seem to loosen

    Your photos are so lovely.
    If I was a "compare-er" I'd
    be sad because I fall so short
    of your beautiful work! But
    we all have our own gifts and
    that's what we should focus on.

    Enjoy this weekend and the
    beginning of spring. Still very
    grey here on the ground, but
    the sky is bright blue : )

    xo Suzanne

  14. It's so wonderful to see your beautiful photography and inspiring words again, Sylvia! I thought that I recognized those words. I remember reading and hearing them when I listened to ....hmmmm....what was that singer's name??? Anyway, it was so beautiful and heart-lifting ~ just like your post today. I'm so glad that this harsh winter season is over and we can spread our wings and fly in the spring sunshine! ♥

    xoxo laurie

  15. Suzanne of Simply Suzannes at Home

    Dear Sylvia, You are my favorite place to visit for calm and beauty. I get lost in your photographs and thoughtful words. I've missed you, and was happy to see that you've been busy again with your camera.
    You know, there are times in our lives when it's ok to 'just be,' and sometimes we aren't as creative or inspired. When I feel that way, then I give myself permission to take a break. No expectations. It is after an unconditional break, that I can begin to feel inspired again. Whatever it is that's affecting your creativity . . . the weather . . . stress . . . circumstances . . . I think it gives us the perfect opportunity to 'take a break' . . . to reflect, pray, rest. For me, it is the 'down time' that rejuvenates me.
    As always, your genuine words (and photos) are an inspiration to us all.
    Welcome back, dear friend.
    Wishing you days filled with the beauties of Spring,

  16. I love that song Sylvia. I can understand that you would need some inspiration after this long winter. Your photos are as beautiful as ever. Happy Easter.

  17. Beautiful. Simple, perfect, beautiful. Today, I found your blog and sitting at my desk, in the sun. I felt your faith and it inspired me.

  18. I so hear you, dear sister, I so hear you. You have so much talent, and as long as your creative mind and heart have something to say, you better believe we want to see and read it!! You know I think that you need to publish a book...it is possible... :)
    This has indeed been a most harsh winter...but the promise of warmer days is just around the corner!

    Love Richard Bach's work!
    Your words and images are stunning...
    Warm hugs to you, dear Sylvia..
    - Irina


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